Abbie's POV

My alarm goes off and I open my eyes slowly. 7:00am? Please say it's not Monday already! I hit my alarm's snooze button and breathe a sigh of relief as I try and fall back to sleep. It goes off again just as soon as I fall asleep. I switch my alarm off and roll off my bed. I yawn and rub my eyes before I do a few stretches. I switch my CD player on and it blasts out some Evanescence. I love this band so much, and if I need to get through this day without killing someone, I need to listen to them... Ahh I love this song – Sweet Sacrifice (Song at the side!!). I hum along as I get dressed into my grey stonewashed jeans, Rolling stones top, which was a man's one that I cut to fit me, and one of my many leather jackets. If there was something I couldn't live without, it'd be my leather jacket... and my combat boots!

"You poor, sweet, innocent thing dry your eyes and testify. You know you live to break me, don't deny, sweet sacrifice." I sang at the top of my lungs as I brushed my hair and put my makeup and thick black eyeliner on. I ruffled my hair and switched the music off as I walked into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and spraying deodorant and perfume. I walked downstairs to see my mum asleep on the sofa with the TV blaring and a half empty bottle of vodka on the floor. This was normal. I walked into the kitchen and made myself a jam sandwich and threw together a lunch before grabbing a fruit and nut bar and eating that as I left the house.

"It'll be fine today." I spoke to myself, looking around to make sure no-one could see me. "Friday wasn't that bad." The bus pulled up and I instantly wanted to run back into my house. The whole idea of school terrified me... No friends, just enemies. Like Faye and that group. The doors squeaked as they opened and I walked in, trying to hide the fact my heart was racing and my palms were sweaty. But wait! There was no Faye! Helen and Erin, yes, Luke and Dan, yes... but no Faye! I felt relief wash over me as I walked to the only available seat – the one sitting by them.

"Excuse me." I said politely to Dan and looked over to the seat next to his brother. "Is it alright if I sit there?"

"No." Erin answered for him. A smirk growing across her face.

"I wasn't asking you." I smiled at her. I turned back to Dan and Luke. "Please? Just so we can get moving?" Dan glared at me, contemplating whether to say no or to just let me so we can get moving.

"Can you sit down please?" The driver shouted back. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Dan, just let her sit down!" Luke punched him in the arm. "I don't wanna be stuck on this bloody bus for any longer!" Dan moved his legs and I squeezed past Luke and Dan and sat down. The bus drove off as I sat, so I fell back on the chair. Stupid driver.

"You're lucky." Erin shook her head. "If Luke wasn't such a softie I'd make you get off this bus."

"You couldn't MAKE a cup of tea, you useless whore." I blurted. Out of all of them Erin and Faye were the worst. They'd bullied me for years.

"You what?" Dan spun round towards me. "Don't talk about my girlfriend like that, freak!" Freak, something I'd been called for years. I was almost convinced I must be one for everyone to call me it.

"I'm sure you're not the only guy calling her 'girlfriend'." I couldn't help myself. I've got nothing to lose any more so I may as well let it all out. All those things I'd kept in my head were now spewing out of my mouth. Dan tried to jump over Luke to attack me, but I'd moved right up against the window of the bus. His hands was millimetres from my face. He was going to hit me.

"Dan, sit the hell down!" Luke grabbed him and pushed him back down on the chair. The look of shock on Dan's face made me wonder what was going through his mind as he glared at his brother. Dan pushed Luke's hands off him and turned his attention back to Erin.

"What the hell's gotten into you Luke?" Erin hissed. "I don't even know why you hang around with us..."

"Don't talk to my brother like that!" Dan was quick to say, looking disgusted at Erin.

"Oh, sorry. Sorry that the idiot sitting over there calls me a whore and you two do nothing about it!" She snaps.

"It's cos it's true." I laugh. Dan spins round and points a finger in my direction.

"I've had enough of you, gobby shit." He said, staring me down. He looked back to Erin. "Erin, babe, he's just trying to help! You know I'm about to get suspended for violence!" She was so dumb she believed the crap pouring from his mouth. He was blatantly just trying to make something up to justify sticking up for his brother over her.

"Erin, don't worry. We know we're better than her, so just pretend she doesn't exist." Helen grinned.

"I wish you would!" I exclaimed, looking out of the window to see us pulling up to the school. As soon as the bus had stopped, everyone was fighting to be first out of the doors. Why?

"Ah shit. We have that assembly today!" I say out loud, mentally face palming straight after.

"Huh?" Luke looked round to me. I froze for a second. I'd never really spoken to a boy before... As stupid as it sounds. I spent my whole life in solitude, locked in my room, not gaining friends, changing schools... I'd never even really had a friend that's a girl, let alone a boy!

"That assembly where we pick our after school activity?" I said, it coming out like a question.

"Ah shit, yeah!" He said. "Thanks for reminding me!" He smiled as he ran down the bus to catch up with his brother. Oh My God. I just spoke to someone without it being because I'm having to stick up for myself! I smiled as I walked into school and into my classroom, where my teacher sat at his desk.

"Morning, Abbie. Go to the assembly hall please. They're starting the meeting in a minute." He smiled.

"Thank you!" I smiled back as I ran to the assembly hall, revealing most of the year already there. I grabbed a plastic chair from the back of the hall and sat behind everyone else, in a line on my own.

"Good Morning, Year 13." The headmaster started, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I apologise for the early start, but I was told someone from the Governing Body of the school was popping by later to see if I'm following the new protocol." He split a pile of paper into two and handed one to the person sitting farthest on the left, the other to the right. "I'm passing these around, all I want you to do is wait until I've finished before you vote, ok?" The rustling of papers being passed around made it difficult to hear. "Now, as your teachers may have told you, the government have told us we're not matching the amount of hours that are compulsory for your year group, therefore we're adding the after school activity plans. Now you all have to make up an hour a week, but some of the courses will mean you have to do more days a week." The groans and moans from the students erupted, but were quickly silenced when the headmaster folded his arms and glared at them. "So you can choose one that you'd really want and a second as a backup. The options are: Dance, Drama, Music, Sport - football, rugby, tennis and cricket and last but not least Army training. Some of you will end up being put on one you may not have even picked, but as has been said each class can only accept 10 people." The papers were finally passed to me and I took two, putting the others beside me on the floor. "Are there any questions?" The headmaster asked and the room remained silent. "To make it fair, all votes are going into one box, mixed up, and we'll pick them out at random. There are pens at the back of the hall, once you've voted, go back to your classroom and wait for first bell. Thank you all very much." The headmaster walked out of the hall and the chatter erupted again. Half the year got up quickly and ran for the pens, swiftly filling in their voting slips and running out. I waited for a while and the group pushing each other to get the pens finally died down. I strolled up and grabbed a pen, staring down at the paper. Who the hell would want to do any of these? Can you see me doing a bloody dance? I'd have auditioned for 'Britain's Got Talent' if I could do any of these. But I hardly want to do army training, that means having to exercise... And sport... Eurgh... I tapped the pen against the table. Helen and Erin walked up to the table and, without acknowledging my presence, filled in their forms and began to walk off.

"Are you writing one for Faye?" I questioned. Helen turned round.

"Sorry?" She said, a hint of anger in her voice.

"Are you filling one in for Faye? Cos she's not here." I asked again.

"What's it to you?" Erin spat.

"Just wondering. She'll be pissed if you don't." I shrugged. I looked back down at my paper. I suppose learning army stuff could help me out more than any of those other ones... I tick the army tick box and wrote a number one next to it, then the sports for second choice. Looking back up, I noticed the girls had walked out of the room, I grabbed the second piece of paper and scribbled down on it. Drama first choice, army second choice. Haha. That'll show her for being a biatch.