Every day of my life.

Lucy. The geek. The one who sits in the library because she likes it! the one who is kicked. Shoved. Her food thrown at her. Her glasses snapped. her teeth punched in. Who did this? Why? She is having suicidal thoughts. Will she go through with it?


1. Monday.

Mondays. My third pair of glasses this term and my 6th bag. I'm Lucy. Lucy Whitehead. Thats where my problems began. I've been bullied since I was 11. Beginning of High school. My escape (so I thought). And yup you've guessed it. I answered my name in the register and the whole class exploded with laughter. Whitehead! Whitehead! Whitehead! Is all I heard . All I hear now. 5 years later I'm 16 and still the same as I was when I was 11. Scared. Lonely. A.... "GEEK!" Ugh that's my brother. But yup thats me. A GEEK!. Braces, Glasses, bookworm the whole package. Just because I do well at school I'm a geek. Of course. How did I guess? As i walk to school I look like any normal teen. Hood up headphones on head down. Not because I follow the trend. Because I don't want people to know its me. It works! till I get to school. Then all hell breaks loose.I walk to my locker and as normal geek is sprayed across it in spray paint. I get out my wipes and wipe it off. As i have to every morning of the week. I grab my books as I hear the bell go and wipe tears from my eyes.




"Lucy Whitehead?" The teacher screams as I walk into form. "Yes Miss present" I answer as I look round. Ok. Toby, Dom and Harry aren't here yet. I let out a sigh of relief as i sit at my seat.  To the left of me is an empty chair. To the right.... Another empty seat. Yup this is my life every single lesson. Toby, Dom and Harry strolled in late and we all looked up. The teacher was out of the room and I knew something bad was gonna happen. I was right. Harry came right up to me and pulled my chin up to his. 

"aww it's little pussy whitehead boys!" he said right at my face. "Now what should we do with her today?" He took a breath with every word so I had to breathe in his smoke smelling breath.

"I know! 'Cause I know this really irritates her little soul" Dom said slyly. He grabbed me took my glasses and shoes off me and threw them out the window. But he didn't stop there. I couldn't see so he dragged me out of the class room and shoved me in a locker face to face with him. Our lips were almost touching. I knew what he was gonna do cause it's what he always does. And as always Toby and Harry would cover for him and me. Saying I took him to the nurses office. This was never true. He kissed my lips roughly and pulled me closer to him. I didn't fight back because that just resulted in black eyes, no front teeth and a broken leg or arm. He made me put my arms round his neck. I obliged. He kissed the top of my head and left the locker. Me still stuck inside. I knew that it would be Toby's turn tomorrow to use me. he usually takes me to the locker and makes me do his homework while kicking and punching me at the same time. So really I guess what Dom does is really best for me. But the weird thing is is that I actually like it...

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