Say Somethin' ?

Sammy Taylor is a 16 year old sophomore in high school. She has always been bullied, and she has been abused by all of her past boyfriends. She keeps the abusing a secret, just so there isn't more bullying to deal with. Austin Carter Mahone is the new kid in town and starts to go to her school, will Austin be like everyone else and join right on in on the bullying, or will he be different?


1. Another Average Day??

Sammy's POV-

My alarm went off, I grunted. I hate waking up at 5am every morning.

Hi, im Sammy, Sammy Taylor. I'm 16 and a sophomore in high school. I go to Brooks Heights in Florida.

I have been bullied for as long as I can remember, and that has resolved to cutting, and many other things. I am mentally and physically abused by the boyfriends I have had in my life. And I am just giving up in life, I just cant take it anymore. Everyone hates me, and I'm ugly and nobody wants anything to do with me.

I sit alone every day at school, because wherever I sit down, people get up and leave. I never did anything to anyone, its just that, I guess, nobody likes me.

 So there was the description of my life.

 I get up and go take a shower. When I get out, I blow dry my long bright blonde hair, it is naturally bleach blonde. I looked in the mirror as I straighten my hair with my straightener. When I'm done I look in the mirror, I roll my eyes.

 I'm ugly as always, my bleach blonde hair, my dark blue eyes, my too skinny body, and my short, but not to short, height.

 I'm never good enough for anyone.

   I put on my layers of mascara, skin colored eye shadow, and blush. I just felt like looking natural today.

I went into my room and decided to play my Justin Bieber playlist this morning.

 I went into my closet and got dark denim ultra skinny jeans, and a baggy crop top with sleeves that go to the middle of my arm, and put a black tanktop on underneath it.

I looked in the mirror, partly satisfied with how I looked today and walked out the door, grabbing my iPhone 5 and putting it in my pocket. I got my red converse hightops and put them on. I walk out the door and hop onto my old Roadmaster bike and ride to school, I had left my backpack in my locker because I didn't have any homework last night.

 As I ride up to where I put my bike every day, it starts to rain. I sigh and run into school.

"So much for straightening my hair..." I mumble.

And of course, as I walk in, everyone stares at me and laughs and starts saying "slut" or "whore" and other crap like that. Except for this one boy who I had never seen before, who was standing in the back behind everyone, looking at me with sympathy, like he actually felt bad for me.

And all I wanted to know was- Who is he?

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