Not so number one

Hi my name is Hannah and I get bullied, a lot. I'm still trying to understand why. I mean, I think I treat people right, and never bullied anyone else. Yet Harry and his friends seem to think it's cute or funny or what ever to bully me. I want them to stop hurting me. I want them to stop calling me names. I want them to stop embarrassing me. But mostly... I want them to stop avoiding an answer.


5. Chapter four

Hannah's POV

After the little encounter with Harry this morning, I had a strange feeling in my stomach. It wasn't good and it wasn't bad. 'What is this feeling, It doesn't hurt, but it's not all that pleasant either.' I went on about my day, and as the day went on I kept thinking about three things.

1. The dream I had last night. I am almost positive the figure was Harry and if it was I was starting to fall for him. 'Of course your falling for him you idiot!' Ugh, sometimes I wish the little voice in my head would shut up.

2. The feeling I had in my stomach. If I really was falling for him, maybe it was butterflies. I have never felt that feeling before so it very well could have been.

3. The 'meeting' after school. What is he going to do to me? Why does he want to do these things to me? Why does he enjoy my pain? Those are questions I'll probably never get an answer too.I was in fourth period when I was really bombarded with all of these thoughts.

"Miss Perish, stop day dreaming in my class, unless you would either like detention or to share your thoughts with the class. Would you like to do either of those?" Mrs. Morris fussed at me.

"No ma'am, sorry ma'am."

"Good, don't let it happen in my history class again." She said sternly.

In history Harry sat right next to me. I know, right? He could have been anywhere else in the room but no. He sat next to me. Anyway, he lent over to talk to me. 'Oh my God what does he want now?' 

"Day dreaming in class again, are we? No wonder you make such bad grades."

"It's not any of your business what my grades are. And I get all A's for that matter, but it's not like you make good grades. "

"Look who's talking now. If I don't have the right to know your grades, then you don't have the right to know mine." He said in a proud voice.

"I'm just stating the obvious." I fought back.

"I'm just stating that your wrong." He argued. 'Ya sure he makes good grade. I'll believe it when I see it.'

"I'm just stating..."

"Miss Perish, disrupting my class again, are we? Well then, you can have detention tomorrow afternoon."

"But Harry was-"

"I don't care what Harry was doing. I saw you talking so you are in trouble. Detention tomorrow."


"Want to make it tomorrow and Wednesday?"

"No ma'am."

"Good, then that is enough out of you, miss Perish. Please, don't disrupt my class again or you'll be sent to the front office."

Splendid, Harry starts talking tome and I get in trouble for it. He gets away with everything! Beating me, getting me in trouble, bullying me. I mean really the teachers are always in the hallways, you would think they knew about everything by now. But no, they never seem to see what happens to me.

The bell rang and it was off to lunch. Nothing special. I sat by myself, like I do everyday, and occasionally someone would kick my chair, or smack the top of my head, or do something to annoy me. I got to thinking about what happened in history today and I realized I had that feeling again when I was talking for Harry. 'Ugh, I could have feelings for anyone in the world and he's the one I probably have them for. I hate myself.'

Once again the bell rang and I was off to fifth period. Math, great I hate math. 'Thank God Harry is not in this class.' I went to class and sat down only for non-other than for Harry's little side kick to sit next to me. 'Lovely.' Sometimes he is worse than Harry. Can't believe I just said that.

"Well look what we have here. Little miss foster care, is it?" He said.
"That's not my name." I whispered back.

"And I care because?" He said.

I stayed silent. Obviously he didn't care, because if he did, he wouldn't have called me that. 'Ass' I thought.

"Anyway, are you excited about you and Harry's little 'meeting' after school." He asked with a huge smirk on his face.

"Ya, I'm absolutely thrilled about it." I said in the most sarcastic way possible.

"Aw, no need to be rude. You want me to tell Harry about this little tone you have?" I shook my head. "I didn't think so."

"Why do you do this to me?"  I asked. He didn't respond.

"Hello, I was talking to you." I said

"What?" He asked

" I said why do you do this to me?"

"I have no idea what your talking about."

"You know very well to what I'm talking about."

"Sorry love I didn't quit catch that. Would you repeat yourself, perhaps a bit louder." He replied sarcastically.

I made my voice i bit louder. "You know to very well what I'm talking about."

At that the teacher looked our way and asked what was going on. Louis gave me a look that said 'tell him and I'll kill you.'

"Oh, nothing Mr. Hangmen. I was just asking Louis for some help on one of the problems."

"Ok, well, carry on then." And he turned back to the board.

"What the hell is wrong with you, are you trying to get me caught?" 'Ya, I am. That's why I was so loud.'

"Sorry, you said to speak up." I said with a smirk on my face.

"Did you not hear the sarcasm in my voice? Idiot."

"Ya I'm the idiot." I whispered.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Oh nothing."

Skip to the end of sixth.

I was sitting in my last class of the day. I was about to go see what Harry wanted form me. 'God I hope he doesn't beat me.' I though. 'Maybe he won't, maybe he'll give me a break.' I though 'What the hell are you thinking? Of course he's going to beat you he's Harry. If you think he's going to give you a break your crazy.' I know the last thing I thought was right. It's Harry, there was no way he was going to give me a break.

The bell pulled me out of my thoughts. I got up and went to my locker to get the things I need. 'Maybe I should just go home, skip out on it. No, he would be pissed off at me if I did.'

I finally got the courage to go. I made my way to the back of the school. Once I got there I saw Harry. I suddenly got those funny feelings in my stomach. He looked up at me with a smirk on his face. 'I'm going to be in so much pain.....'

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