Bully, Rebecca K. [little red riding hood ebook free TXT] 📗

me, and follow me all the way to my room. I turned and looked at her expectantly. 

"What, in God's name, did you do?" This wasn't going to be good. But she knew when I was lying. So I said, "Well, made one friend. Slapped a girl in the face. And got knocked on my ass repeatedly. So, all in all, a pretty good fucking day if you ask me. Anything else? Or did you want to go back to work so I can sit here by myself?"

She glowered at me and turned on her heel sharply. I could her click clack down the hall way. I waited until I heard the door shut before I walked back to the kitchen. Grabbing the orange juice jug out of the fridge, I stopped to look around. It wasn't like I had never been in my house. I just wasn't used to it during the week. Placing the jug back into the fridge I headed back to my room.

Logging into my Facebook I saw a million notifications. Most of them were stupid things that I wanted nothing to do with. Then I saw something that I was actually happy about. A message from Tyler.

"Hey. Decided to look you up when I got home today. Not many people around here that have your name with a profile picture of a bleeding angel..." 

I flushed red. But I answered him anyways.

"Yeah... Not too many people have a history like mine. Trust me, there's been a lot worse than that." 

I sent it and then set my computer down on my bed. This was going to be a long day. I could all ready tell. Atleast my idiot brother wasn't here. Ever since Mom had married that ass hole banker everything got so much worse. 

Not sure what to do with myself I wandered back down to the living room. I didn't watch too much TV. And there were no chores to be done. I walked back up the stairs and saw that I had a new message and a friend request. I knew who it was before I even opened it. 

"I could kind of tell from how you were acting at school today... Any hope left for your hair?" I turned and looked in the mirror. The damage wasn't too bad. But it was still pretty bad. I'd just need to get some scissors. Mom would deal. 

"Eh. Could be worse. Could be better too... Hey, you got a phone I can text? I'm not staying holed up in my bedroom while I have the house to myself." I went and accepted the request he had sent me. I sat on my bed for a minute waiting for him to respond. When I saw the message icon light up I clicked on it. But it wasn't him.

"Fucking bitch. Who the hell do you think you are? You think you can just go around acting like a god damn whore? You know how we handle people like you around here? We ruin you. And that's exactly what I just did. Go ahead and click on the link I have below. I think you'll enjoy it. Have a nice day slut." I saw the link she was talking about. I didn't want to click on it. But I didn't really have much choice.

Imprint

Text: This story is mine. It is fictional but made for a purpose. Any recreation of this story is not allowed
Images: Cover photo is not mine. I do not take any credit for any pictures
Publication Date: 09-08-2012

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Dedication:
Dedicated to all the people who have ever been bullied but found a way out of it. There's lots of bullying. But you don't have to live with it. Nobody should.