Reject.

Samantha Rogers was just a reject. She didn't have any friends. Her mom was abusive and her dad was never home. She started cutting and tried to commit suicide. Then when she has had enough of bullying she forces herself to throw up in the school bathroom. When a mysterious boy comes in and helps her she finds herself falling. Will this mysterious boy make her worse and tear her to shreds? Or will they make it through high school together?

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4. chapter 4

Sananthas pov:

"I'm sorry luke but she can't stay in here."

"Please just let her stay a little long she's still sleeping."

"I'm sorry she can't." I felt the bed move and I stood up and walked to my first hour. I sat down and I didn't realize that Luke had this class first with me. He was going to sit with me but some popular kids stopped him.

"Luke over here! Don't sit with that slut!"

They pulled him into the chair just as the teacher walked in so he could switch seats. It was too late. I was left sitting by myself.

The bell rung, "grab your laptops and get started. The assignments on the board."

I grabbed my laptop from the shelf and read the assignment. "Write a paragraph about yourself and put it in your poetry folder." Okay sounds easy enough. I opened my laptop and pulled some hair away from my face. I wrote, " my name is Samantha Nicole Reece. I am 17 years old. I attend Monmouth-Roseville High school. I live with my mom and dad. I have two whole brothers and two stepbrothers. My favorite color is purple. I am in grade 11."

The rest of the day was hell. During literature a popular girl sat behind me and pulled my hair the entire time. In pe I got I'm the face with dodge balls and fell a few times. During jazz band I messed up on my solo and got laughed at and someone else took my solo. In math I failed a test. Then during socials studies I dropped all my books and was laughed at and people stepped on my stuff and just kept walking. To top it all off my band director was talking shit about me to the principal and I missed the bus home so I had to walk. When I got home I was 10 minutes late.

"Where have you been?!" She slammed her phone down on the coffee table and ran up towards me. "Answer me!"

"I missed the bus so I had to walk home."

She punched my nose knocking me too the ground and then kicked my rib cage.

"I WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU?!"

"NO YOU WEREN'T YOU DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT ME ANYMORE. YOU NEVER HAVE!"

"YOU HAVE 10 MINUTES TO GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND TAKE YOUR SHIT WITH YOU BECAUSE I WANT TO FORGET ABOUT YOUR EXISTENCE!!"

I ran into my bedroom and threw all of my stuff into a big suitcase and my backpack I grabbed my clothes, hair stuff, make up, a pillow, a blanket, phone chargers, headphones, school stuff, and some razors. I'll be needing those.

I walked out of the house leaving my dad an I love you post it note on his pillow and grabbing some snacks. Chips, breakfast bars, a box of cereal, plastic bags, and I even grabbed my moms wallet. She had gone to the ATM right before I got home so I had $400 and I left her card so she couldn't track me down. Not knowing where to go I walked to the park. I sat down on a bench by the pond and cried my eyes out until Luke sat down next to me. He played with my hair and wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him.

"What's wrong babe?"

"My mother just kicked me out of the house I'm just a 17 year old girl wondering the streets with no plan what so ever."

I wiped my eyes with the back if my hand noticing my make up smeared I covered my face with my hood but luke pulled it away.

"You look beautiful as always. You are more than welcome to stay at my place. My mom is always on business trips and my dad passed away a few years ago so it would be just me and you most of the year. When my mom comes home it's just for a day so we can pretend to be working on a school project."

He stood up and held out his hand grabbing my suitcase with the other. I grabbed his hand and my backpack and he walked me to his house.

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