MeNot everyone can be pretty or popular or cool, certainly not me Emma Anderson.
I walked down the school corridor, my head bent in fear and shame. I moved quickly out of the way as Harry Jacobson the bully doubled down towards me. Not good enough.
“Hey Anderson,” he spat, grabbing my hand and pushing me against the locker. Everyone else turned to stare. “You’re ugly,” he muttered and everyone else chuckled. I fought back tears and looked him in the eye, trying to be brave. “Too ugly for me to leave you alone,” Harry told me, and I closed my eyes just before I felt a heavy fist punch the air out of my stomach. There was no use fighting back- he was too strong. I would have to let him do his work, which was the usual drill.
Pain seared through me and tears threatened to spill. Harry grabbed me and pushed me down, kicking me hard. My body ached all over and my lip was bleeding. No one helped me. No one stopped Harry. I had no friends. Slowly, I let the tears pour down my face.
That day, afterschool, I limped home, the bruises on my face covered with makeup. It was the sounds of barking that made me look up. A cute little white terrier stood in front of me, its tail wagging in joy. I have always been an animal lover and the cute puppy made me smile for the first time that day. “Hey…” I cooed, bending down and picking the overjoyed puppy into my arms. Its tail wagged faster and it licked my face in happiness. “Aw, you’re so cute,” I said, checking for his collar. He didn’t have one. The poor pup had probably got lost. “Now what do I do with you,” I spoke aloud, “You poor fellow. Where’s your owner?” It didn’t answer but continued wagging its tail and trying to lick my face.
“I see you found my dog,” the husky voice made me look up. A boy stood in front of me. He had dark brown hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen. It was love at first. He smiled sweetly at me and I swallowed and cracked a smile, blushing.
“Er… Yeah,” I said, putting the terrier down quickly. It ignored the boy and tried to get back in my arms. “Sorry,” I started, “I thought he was lost.”
“Oh no, it’s okay,” the boy said, grinning, “It’s my grandma’s dog. It doesn’t really like me.” I smiled, “Oh.”
“My names Peter,” he said, holding out his hand.
“I’m…” for a moment I forgot my own name, “…Emma. I- haven’t seen you before.”
“Just moved here today,” Peter said, “I’ll be attending Hilton’s starting tomorrow.”
“Are you kidding me? That’s my school!” my heart leaped.
“Really?! Well, then I guess I’ll be seeing more of you,” he smiled sweetly. I stopped short and froze, the words echoing in my mind.
“Er… I have to go,” I told Peter quickly and turned and walked fast down the road. “See you tomorrow!” he called happily after me but I didn’t turn back. What had I just done? Why had I told him I went to the same school? If he saw how unpopular I was, would he ever even talk to me again? And worse, if he tried to be friends, then he’d be bullied just like me. I bit my lip in worry.