The Boy

Sabby Moore is just an Australian girl. A girl that has a lot to deal with. She is constantly bullied and tormented, her mother is a drunk with abusive boyfriends and Sabby can't take it anymore. She starts to have suicidal thoughts. When everything seems to be getting worse and worse... she joins a website and begins talking to a boy. But when this boy reveals who he is, will Sabby believe him? Can he show her what it means to smile?


4. Thinking


The warm morning sun shines down on my back as I make my way to school. It was about a fifteen minute walk. Either that or suffer the bus. No way. I wasn't about to put up with more than I had to. I round the corner and see a group of boys walking towards me. There were six of them. I look down and hug my books to my chest, pushing my wide framed reading glasses up further on to my nose. 
"Isn't that the one with the easy mum?" One of them shouts out as I pass by. I blank them, continuing to look down. They stop and turn to face me, laughing hysterically. I bite my lip and speed up my pace.
"Hey you! I'm talking to you!" Another shouts.
"Don't ignore us!" Another. I hear footsteps getting closer and I risk a glance over my shoulder. One of them grabs onto my forearm and I try not to scream in surprise. He was closer than I thought.
"Please don't..." I start, dropping my books to the floor. He cackles in my face; his breath reaking. He had dark hair and grey piercing eyes. I thought I recognised him from one of my classes. The boy goes to say something else but the shrieking of tyres stops him. He looks up and meets the eyes of a huge man in an SUV.
"Is he troubling you, darlin?" He asks me. I go to shake my head but the boy tightens his  grip around my forearm. 
"Let go of her," he growls and the boy scowls at me before releasing my arm.
"Now, go on! Sod off all of ya's!" He booms, head out of the window. The group of boys don't waste another minute; scurrying off like dogs scared of their owner. I thank the man before he drives off. I sigh and bend down to pick up my books. I shake the dirt from them and continue walking; trying to shake the feeling of being watched. 

"How are you? X? -Randomboy1994
I click open the screen on my phone and read his message as I head out of the school building. 
"Okay x" -SmooresX
"Any trouble? x" -Randomboy1994
I think about telling him about the boys. I think about telling him what I did at lunch today. What I thought about doing when I get home tonight. But I don't. 


Molls X 

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