Out of The Woods -Prologue

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I walked among the many hallways of my high school looking for my first class. IT was the first day back after winter break, January 5th, to be exact. I could already feel the rest of this year will be like the many years before this one. Boring, slow and most of all: it wouldn't be the same without the local consumers. (Which were the bullies) And I was their juicy choice of prey.

I walked around the corner to Hall B, which was my hall, and guess who I saw waiting for me waiting for their fresh meal for their morning feast? Andie and her group of minions. They were like lions and I was an innocent little Gazelle. I was weak with a flimsy body type and long brown hair that flowed into natural curls.

Andie smiled at me deviously, and I swear I saw her lick those red plumped up lips of hers. She was like the sex vixen of the lions and I was like a scrawny little Gazelle trying to find a place to hide before she sunk those teeth into my soul. With vicious words and the evilest eat shit look, and that obnoxious laugh that haunted my dreams at night. I am terrified of her, had been since that day in kindergarten when she poured juice on the floor and yelled out I had pissed my pants. And every since that day, until in 11th grade, she would bully me. I didn't expect that she would have stopped soon either.

I quickly turned around and back around the corner when I saw her and her possy starting to stalk towards me ready to attack. "Where are you going gremlin!" I heard yell, and then laugh loudy as I moved to the nearest bathroom. It seemed like where I would hide, she would end up finding me beyond each wall of Kings High School.

"Hey, little bitch!" She smiled at me and looked at my body. "Isn't that the shirt you wear three times a week because your daddy works as a sticker guy? And all your mommy does is sit on her ass at home and drink herself away?

None of that was true, she just assumed that is what my parents are like due to the way I dress myself. With those words she spat out with no remorse, I almost broke into tears.

"Awh, look at little Joe, are you going to cry?" She said as she pouted sarcastically.

I wish I could have just ripped her into a million pieces, but I couldn't. It was illegal, and I'm too fucking weak.

"I have an idea!" She smiled. "I brought this stuff today just for you!" She said before she pulled a pair of scissors and a makeup back from her purse.

I looked at the items that were in her hand with horror, "Please Andie, don't." I begged. She walked towards me.

"Oh no can do, I need to give you a free makeover Joe!" She laughed.

Before I knew it I was crying as they pinned me to the ground. Andie held my hair in her hands as one of her girls chopped at my hair, and the other smeared makeup onto my face. I couldn't help myself as Andie continued to call me names and slap my face. 'Bitch, cunt, fatty, good for nothing whore.' She repeated those words over and over, and slapped me for each one.

Tears ran down my face as I sobbed. My first day back and I am getting mutilated by the same group of girls that have made my life hell for years. I wish I could have protected myself. But one sat on one arm, while the other girl on the other, and Andie straddling my lap. I was unable to move away from her grip. I couldn't breathe.

Then I heard a voice yell.

A masculine one.

The man yelled, "What the hell is going on here?" And when Andie and her possy had gotten off me I finally recognized him.

It was principal Webber. Once he saw the mess he looked at me with the most sympathetic look. "Say anything, or try to suspend us for giving service to this ragdoll, my daddy will have you fired and out on your ass as fast as you can blink." Andie said before she snapped her fingers and her possy followed her.

All principle Webber did was mouth 'I am sorry,' before exiting the restroom.

He had left me there to clean up the mess all alone, to look at myself in horror as I had a short layer and then long hair under underneath. It was a mess. The only thing I actually liked about myself was now gone, as the same red lipstick was on my face. Then on my forehead, in eyeliner, was written ugly betty. I took some paper towel and wet them, and tried to wipe the makeup off my face. I tried over and over again, but it was waterproof and just smeared. And when I became too frustrated, I took my heavy backpack and swung it at the mirror, causing it to crack, and I quickly left the restroom with my hood over my head.

I couldn't stand to be there anymore. I needed to be home and alone. I couldn't be there anymore.

I left out the doors without any thought of what trouble I could end up in for leaving school grounds. I wanted to fucking murder her. Rip her limb by limb until she was no longer able to live.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I just couldn't.

This was the LAST time.

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