The last bell rang at school and I rushed to my locker, trying to hurry, before the bullies came.
Quickly I opened my locker and shoved my books in, pulling out my jacket.
I slammed the door shut and turned to face Tiffany, the school's most popular girl.
"Well, hello there, Silent."
That was my name, not my real name, just the name everyone called me by.
I looked away from her and tried to walk off, but one of the jock's grabbed my shoulder and slammed me into the lockers.
"Miss Popular is talking to you." He growled.
I looked back at Tiff and gave a small wave.
"I can't hear you."
I looked down at the floor as they laughed.
"Beat her good this time...last time you let her get away." Tiff ordered the jocks then walked off laughing.
I prepared myself as I was thrown around from jock to jock being punched, kicked, spat at, cursed at and many other things.

Finally they left for football practice and I struggled to the wall, and slowly walked out of the school.

The walk home was fine until it began to rain...hard.
I was shivering.
My clothes aren't thick enough to keep me warm from this kind of weather.
I began to cough.
'Great...my cough is going to get worse in this weather.'
I coughed until my throat was raw and it was hard to breath without falling into another coughing fit.
I unlocked the front door and walked into the quiet house.. it looked as if no one lived here.
My parents work and are barely home, leaving me to take care of myself, and when they are home they don't notice me.
I walked upstairs to my room, after making some soup to help my cough, and laid down on my bed.

I woke up a few hours later to a chime sound from my cell.
I grabbed it 'Two new messages.'
I looked at them.
"I am working later tonight and probably will be home late...mother."
"I won't be home until next week father."
I tossed my phone on the dresser 'They can't even say I love you.'
Tears welled up in my eyes 'When will I be noticed? When will I found some to understand me?'
I looked at my wrists and the thought had crossed my mind several time to cut but the sight of blood makes me queasy.
I sighed 'Might as well get some sleep.'
I took a quick, hot, shower then hopped in bed, sleep hitting me like a train.