The jocks, the bad boys, the cheerleaders, the nerds, and then there's me. Adelaide. A happy outsider living with both of my parents. No one in my school is like me. No one likes Good Charlotte, Blink-182, or Panic! at the Disco. No one has emo hair, wants to be in a band, or constantly dye their hair. No one likes me either. I am basically everyone's prey, 'the weird girl'. It could be pushing me to the ground, verbally abusing me, and there is a lot of others... I happily live with my two parents. I sometimes enjoy be the only child, I get a little extra attention. They constantly try to talk to the school about the bullying but they never do anything about it. It's too late to change schools, I'm in 9th grade, I just transitioned to a new high school. My grades are stable and all my teachers think I am an excellent student. To be honest, my friends at school are basically the teachers. I don't intentionally try to be a teacher's pet but I guess it naturally happens.
I finally finish my homework and go on Twitter. I have one new notification showing up on my DMs. I open it and see that it's from the one and only Michael Clifford. Hearing that name can just make me shudder for days. I unwillingly open it and it says,
"Hey, can you help me with homework?"
'Of course he needs help, I'm not sure if his brain even works.' I say to myself. Michael Clifford is a complete dick. I hate him and he hates me. Simple, right? No, he has to bully me, it's like I'm on his to-do list or something... He is also dumb as a box of rocks and has terrible music taste. He's in 10th grade and, to be honest, I think I'm smarter than him. I'm staring at my computer the message still illuminating on the screen.
"What do you want Clifford?"