Julie's POV

At a very young age I was accustomed to bullying - it was something I just learned to deal with. Whether it was from my foster parents or snobby kids and their five-man posse. I was always opposed to bullying, always standing up for others; because I would never want to make someone feel so small and worthless.

Sixteen years later and I'm still getting bullied, I thought it would be over - I thought the kids would have fcked off the second Mam came to my school that day. That's the thing with bullies, they never quit. They never back off and let someone blossom into something they never thought they were capable of becoming. No - instead they degrade you, make you feel like an insignificant human being; like you have no purpose of living and breathing the same air they do. I was always the target.

The hate online was only a recent issue, the Tweets, the Instagram comments and sometimes I even get anonymous texts from strangers I was sure were people I once called friends. I wont tell Mam, I don't want her to feel as if she had a daughter who was nothing - who is nothing.

I wont tell her about the girls that are constantly shoving and pushing me in the halls, or even the guys that say hurtful words to me. I wont do it. I was once told that Tweedy's and Walsh's were strong and confident - here I was a Tweedy-Walsh pathetic and timid. So I suck it up, I take the hate and I try my best not to breakdown each time I feel the lump rising up.

"Partner up" Professor Collin addressed the class. When Mam first came to my school everyone wanted to befriend me, a few weeks down the line and they all turned into mean snobby b*tches. I used my cheeky act to show I didn't care - of course I cared. I'm only human.

"Professor" I said, going up to Mr. Collin and speaking to him privately

"Yes Miss Tweedy-Walsh?" He replied, erasing the board as I stood there fidgeting in my spot

"Would it be alright if I worked alone?" I asked in a low tone, in hopes nobody in class would hear our conversation - I didn't want to be todays target. Again.

"The class is at an even number, I'm sorry. Please go partner up with someone" He said dismissively, I groaned internally walking back to my seat and waiting for someone to approach me.

"I don't want to be her partner" I heard the faint whispers - they would be fcking lucky to be my partner. I thought to myself. I have the highest grade in this science class.

"Fine" Came the huff from an arrogant girl, who always tried extra hard at licking everyone's arse to be part of the 'cool crowd' whatever that was.

"I guess I have to be your partner" She rolled her eyes taking her seat on the stool - we were dissecting frogs today and I could already tell by her squirming sight that she wasn't eager to start

"Daisy, are you going to have me do all the work? Or are you actually going to do something?" I asked, getting a little annoyed with her - she's had me do all the work whilst she sat there filing her nails to perfection

"You've got some nerve to talk to me like that" She stood up; she was trying to intimidate me. I could feel her posses' eyes on us - maybe they wanted to scare me out of the classroom, force me to cry in front of a room filled with bullies. This school was jam-packed with bullies.

"I'm just saying.. You could help here" I placed the metal tongs onto the working table - I wasn't in the mood for confrontation; I was never one for fighting - unless it was needed.

"Just because your Mum is Cheryl Cole doesn't mean you can tell me what to do mate" She spat, giving my shoulder a rough shove - the class went dead quiet. They were waiting, just waiting for me to lay a finger on her.

"First of all-" I shoved her back

"My Mam's name is Cheryl Tweedy-Walsh mate-" I gave her another shove

"And second of all b*tch. This is a fcking team effort project, now its either you fck off or you fcking help me wi-" I didn't get a chance to finish as her fist collided with my jaw, sending me straight to the ground - the class roared with cheers as they crowded around us; I was stronger than this - but she was tougher. She began to beat me down - punch-after-punch. I could already feel my face swelling up, she got enough punches just in time for professor Collin to break it up. I'm a coward, I didn't even fight back.

"Get an ice pack!" He shouted to one of the student - I lay there helpless, my face drenched in my own blood. I was always the target, it was me - nobody ever took me seriously. Bullies always seemed to rule my life; they always eased themselves in, making my life into a living nightmare. It was always me.

"She better watch her fcking back!" I heard Daisy shout making the class laugh

"Miss Rodgers take a seat, I'll be coming over to you in just a second!" He snapped, it was becoming a job for me to breathe - the blood sealed my nose up. All I could taste was gore in my mouth; it should be something I was used to. The taste of violence was to common to me, all the beatings I had taken for saying the wrong thing, for breathing or sneezing at the wrong time. I was used to it - after so many years of it, I will never forget it.

"Try to sit up for me" Professor spoke to me gently, the rush to my head made me trip as I stood up to my feet

"Oh she's just dramatic!" Came a voice from one of Daisy's crew - they were mean girls. The type of girls you only saw in films, the ones that laugh as you walk by - the ones that throw balled up paper wads at you from across the room. They were those girls, and I never wished badly upon them. I always hoped they'd find it in their hearts to treat people like they mattered.

"We're going to get you down to Officer Dicmates office" He said, helping me put my school bag on

"Johnny" He called over the wrong kid - He too would bully me

"I-I can go down myself" I said, trying - but failing to steady myself

"No Johnny will help you down... Daisy please escort yourself down to Dicmates office. Now!" He demanded, she had a evil smirk playing on her lips - she humorously collected her things; making little noises getting the class to laugh as she pranced out of the classroom

"Johnny hold her good" He handed me over to the biggest bully of the lot. Johnny was the type of kid to act like a gentlemen and kick you in the back the second you turned around - all the teachers loved him. He was 'such a good boy' little did they know.

"Keep the ice pack pressed to your cheek" Professor called out as we walked out of the classroom - I could already feel the atmosphere changing into a darker tone, something was going to happen; I could feel it.

"Well that was a stupid move" Johnny chuckled; he stopped us into a cornered area of the hall, holding my arms back - before I could scream or utter a single word; his hand clasped over my mouth. I knew it was coming. Daisy came into view with her eyebrow raised, the same smug smirk plastered across her face

"Let me go!" I muffled against his palm, trying to pull out of his tight hold - he was too strong. You're a Tweedy-Walsh god damn it! Stop being a coward. I used my leg to kick him in the balls, making him wince and let me free - my body charging straight at Daisy; sending her flying to the ground.

"You're nothing but a fcking bully! Get a fcking life!" I spat, I wasn't going to hit her - I wasn't going to stoop so low and be just as bad. I stood up and walked away, I made sure to go to Dicmates office. I was going to tell him, I was going to tell him exactly what had been happening this past year - how I had been the target. I'm going to tell him everything.

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Julie's POV

"Your parents aren't going to like this" Dicmate sighed, I had told him everything and I was ready to face my parents - but I wasn't going to tell them about the bullies.

"Please.. Just say I got into a fight or something" I begged, I didn't want my parents to think I was weak - that I was a disappointment to them

"Do you not see how busted up your face is? I'm going to at least have to send you home for a week" That's all I wanted, I didn't want to be here any longer - this place wasn't safe for me.

"Send me home for two weeks! Please" His face was a sad illustration - he felt bad for me

"Julie" He shook his head

"P-Please! I'll do all my work from home" I cried into my hands, I had finally let myself breakdown - I wasn't afraid to show him my flaws.

"She's not going to be happy" He said, picking up the phone and dialing Mam's number - it was like déjà vu all over again.

"Hello Mrs. Tweedy-Walsh, this is Officer Dicmate calling.. I'm sorry to be the barrier of bad news.. You'll need to pick up Julie" I could hear Mam's shouting from the other line - I was going to have to pay for this

"She's got herself into a fight" He said, the man turned out to be alright - he was fun to tease, but he really was a good man.

"See you soon" He shut the phone gently, letting out a long much needed sigh - he was stressing and it was making me stress

"Please d-don't tell her" My voice squeaked - I knew he wanted to tell her, because he had a feeling Mam would blow up on me in front of him

"Your Mum is going to kill both of us for this... I don't want to sound weak - I know I'm the head of this school, but your Mum scares the daylights out of me" He said making me laugh, I instantly regretted it - wincing at the throbbing pain coming from my lips, cheeks, and eyebrow. She got me good, I'll give her that.

"You're not the only one she scares" I said, Libby coming to mind straight away - bless her; she was terrified of Mam

"Here she comes" He straightened up in his seat - Mam always made her presence know in the office; shouting at whoever was in her way

"You know what! I am getting sick and tired of coming to this fcking sc-" She stopped midsentence taking in the sight of me - her eyes growing with horror

"Whose done this!?" She gritted her teeth, she took my face into her hands - I instantly flinched at her touch. She jerked, letting my face go and turning around to face a very terrified looking Dicmate

"WHOSE DONE THIS!?" She shouted

"ANSWER ME! WHO THE FCK HAS DONE THIS!!!?" She slammed her hands against the wooden desk, making both Dicmate and myself jump at her rage

"Mrs. Tweedy-Walsh, I'm going to need you to c-"

"DON'T YOU FCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!! I said whose fcking done this to me daughter!?" She hissed the last part - her face growing red with fury

"The girl has been sent home, she wont be returning for two weeks" He informed her, trying to calm her down but failing miserably - that only seemed to set her off more

"Where is she!? Where IS SHE!!?" She shook the table, I sat there with my eyes wide at her actions - I had never witnessed Mam like this

"S-She's gone home!" He stuttered but instantly fixing his tone of voice - almost demanding her to calm down

"What's her name! Give me HER FCKING NAME!" Her tone was growing louder with each scream she voiced, It was grabbing everyone's attention - staff coming into the office to see what the problem was

"GET OUT! OUT!" Mam shouted, storming over to the door and kicking them out - slamming the door shut with a loud bang

"Tell me what the fck her name is!" She clenched her fists, walking around the office desk - standing in front of a white as sheet Dicmate

"I can't give out information like that" He gulped

"Julie! Get up! Up!" She snapped, walking over to me - grabbing me by my elbow and walking us both out of the office - she was dragging me beside her; forcing my feet to walk faster than needed

"You're going to tell me her fcking name" She said, she wasn't going to take no for an answer - I wasn't going to give her Daisy's name, she'd kill her.

"M-Mam" I stuttered, suddenly afraid of her

"Get in the car" She said, opening up the passenger door - I did what she wanted. I didn't want her to kick off again.

"Tell us what her name is" She ordered, turning around and gently grabbing my face into her shaking arms

"N-No" I cried, shaking my head as she pierced her lips together

"You're going to give us her name" She let my face go, slamming the gas pedal down and speeding through the streets - I sat curled up into a tiny vulnerable ball; crying and sobbing as she drove us home like a maniac. They won, the bullies will always win.