Pregnant For My Bully

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an endless cycle of boredom, my life, beginning everyday with the rickety, old and faulty alar

even—not that I spent thirty minutes taking a

it shone, before going down to meet Nana, my grandma, for breakfast, communicating through s

e bus, seeing as, at eighteen, I still trailed along with the freshmen in the school bus because

king, shoving and pushing by other students obl

pen my locker to a shower of glitter, or to a jack in the box straigh

uld meet, buried under them, would be a note saying I should stick my head in the toil

t the way I'd left it last Friday. Apparently, both Jason

never happen. Not while

ment as it was, judging by the fact that he never failed to leave chewed gum both on and under my seat and desk, or shoot spitb

b of something that was supposed to be 'food', an apple, which was my

serve it's exhausted students a helping of pudding, since it couldn't afford t

eryday after school, to retrieve his homework from him, process, analyze, break it down, decipher, solve, just do whatever and retur

idfielder—until it was over. I was to guard his stuff, hold his water, hand it to him whenever he needed i

ight for my face, most times my chest. Then Jason would run along to pick it up, while I remained on the bleachers, wincing at the pain from where the ball

o walk home by myself. A fifteen minute distance, all alone. Jason said

h I never turned down—the inside of his blue Ford was heaven, I could assure you, with it's blue s

with Nana before I put her to bed by eight and then binge Netflix for the rest of the night. Sometimes, I'd get a call,

, my endless, repetit

nd every girl wanted to be my friend. Back when everything was perfect, and I had mom and dad. Until the summer holiday before h

used to be. Lost everything, my friends, although Benson stayed, my popularity, everything. And

be out of this shithole and out of Wayne's County, never to see any of the hateful faces anymore, it didn't bother

last week have been returned to us. I made an A

d considerably by the time I'd gotten to the cafete

nto its corner, looked back with a smile when she placed an apple where it should

y from her and began my journey to the 'losers table'. No, no one term

re nothing went noticed and you could eat like a pig, rub

but occasionally, I'd look up from my food to see him staring daggers at m

had to pass both his and Kimberly's table on the way, he

my eyes the other way as I passed, lest he made eye contact with me. Th

oon to devour, when, all of a sudden, I felt a shoe at the front base of my foot, and next thing I knew, I