But for once god decided to show some pity on me. The bell rung just as the paper reached to the two boys who were sitting in front of me. I didn't even bother waiting for my friends or wait for teacher to pass some more rude comments as I rushed out of the classroom.

I started walking towards my locker knowing Jil and Mary would know where to find me. Opening my locker I stuffed my BMB inside and happily took out my english books that I would be needing for the next class. BMB stands for Boring Math Books, incase you're wondering. No offence others.

I tried to wait for both of them for about three more minutes and when I didn't see them I decided to walk to my class. It takes ten minutes to walk to my english class, well obviously I walk slow.

But now I regret walking alone. I should have accompanied someone.

Standing infront of me were the guys I wouldn't want to meet even if they were the last people alive on earth.

They were busy talking among themselves and I could easily escape them, I just had to be very careful.

You can do it Carys! You got this.

I kept my head down and crossed them as quiet as I could but of course there is one person in the group who likes to admire the world rather than showing least interest in the conversation.

I heard him snapping his fingers first and then in a sickly voice he spoke, "Where do you think you are going?"

I gritted my teeth because why not after all that's the only thing I did after years of bullying. I don't even know why I face their wrath when I could just complain and make them pay for it or even better try to fight back. Actually I do know. Fear.

I fear what my parents reaction will be once they hear about it.

I fear how the guys themselves will react as they most probably will get away with it.

I fear if my mum and dad will be ashamed of me.

I fear if Mary wouldn't want to claim me her sister anymore.

The things I fear is countless. Just like their torture.

And I do what I always do, seal my lips and get over it.

I froze on that spot as if moving is against the law. I was jerked back by someone pulling me by my hair. The halls were now deserted and thats when they bully me. No one to see me getting bullied, no one to hear my muffled screams and no one to help me.

"So how you doing huh?" The snitch himself asked in a taunting voice pulling my hair with a bit more force which made me hiss in pain. I wasn't supposed to scream and I knew better than to go against them.

"Oh look who we have here! A guest, What an unpleasant sight!" Another voice said dangerously low which made my hands tremble in fear. He is the one who is reserved for punching me. It's like they divided the job to make it both easier for them and harder for me. He was really strong with all his muscles bulit up. I curled my hands to fist to stop my shaking hands. If I could then I would surely fight back.

I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. Four boys. You can go through it. Just act numb. Giving myself countless advice I stood their patiently to go through the daily process.

First came Grayson who was supposed to hold me back. He stood behind me and roughly crossed my arms behind my back. All this time Gabriel was still holding my hair whilst playing games in his mobile. They will so pay for it one day.

Then comes the boxer, Sameul. Just as he was going to punch my face, out of reflex I moved my face towards my right making him miss his shot by one inch. I faked a sneeze so they don't think that I did it in on purpose.

I slowly turned to face semi-owl only to see him glaring at me. A smirk formed on his face as he slowly unclenched his fist and put his hand back on his side. This is never good.

Then as soon as his hand went down it came back up too, but this time with more force aiming straight for my nose. A sickening click was heard and no doubt it's from my broken nose.

The impact was so full of force that it made my head buzz and my eyes blurry. My body went limp and if it weren't for Grayson holding me I would have been on the ground. But I guess he heard it too since he pushed me making me fall face first to the ground.

"Don't you think that was a bit harsh?" Oliver, the fourth guy asked Samuel. He was appointed to kick me after Samuel's punches and Grayson's and Gabriel's torture.

"I have been through worse." I spat, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Forget it! She totally deserves it." He said and with a final, signature might I add, kick they all left me alone.

This was a regular thing for me now.

I was lying motionless on the floor facing it until I heard someone yell.

"Hey! Are you okay?" I heard footsteps running towards me which came to a halt right in front of me. Without waiting for my answer the person helped me up. I blinked my only to meet his brown ones.

His eyes widened at my bloody face seeing there was blood all over the floor too. My scalp was on fire which was not helping the situation at all. I felt bad for him on whom I was now supporting my weight on.

"We need to get you to the nurse room as soon as possible." he said.

"We?" I weakly asked but before he could reply I heard someone yelling. once again.

"Rocco! Where are you? One minute you are here and-"

"Shut your mouth and help me owen." Owen, I suppose, huffed at his friend's attitude but helped anyways.

"He is a bit hot head. Oven-Owen. Get it?" Rocco whispered only loud enough for me to hear it. Even in a serious situation like that he managed to make me smile.

"Zane! Mateo! Hurry up we need help."