So I got this idea and wanted to share it, to be honest I started to write it just because of my english class, but it's so much fun that I had to share it to see what people think about it.

I opened my eyes when my alarm clock went off and I regretted it right away. The sunshine was painfully blinding. Schooldays were really a pain. I got up anyway, because I knew that if I didn't, my mom would come up. She was even more annoying than my alarm clock.

Sometimes it seemed as if she enjoyed making waking up much harder for me than it already was.

I brushed my teeth, put on my eyeliner, put on some black skinny jeans, my favorite top, and flannel shirt. To be honest, I didn't really care about my looks too much. It was just school, and I didn't have anyone I needed to impress.

I went downstairs from my room to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

"Wow look at that. Good morning sunshine! I see someone didn't need any help to get up today", my mom, Helen, said sarcastically.

I guess I got my sarcastic manner from her.

"Well, I wouldn't want to risk someone annoying the shit out of me", I answered.

"Hey, language young lady!"

I just rolled my eyes playfully, because my mom speaks like me herself. Or, better said, I speak like her. She almost never uses words that are appropriate. I don't know if she just talked like that at home or when she was at work, too. I couldn't really imagine her talking in a business meeting like that; I don't think it would be professional. You see, my mom's job is really important. She's the boss of a very successful company, but I have no idea what the company was actually doing. Some shit with unnecessary buildings. My dad, Ben, established this business before I was born. After he died three years ago in a car accident, my mom took it over.

When my dad died it, destroyed my mom.

She locked herself in her room for weeks, and didn't talk to anyone. I had to do everything by myself, because we didn't have any close family. I was only 13 then.

One day when I woke up and walked to the kitchen I saw her making breakfast. She said good morning as if nothing was wrong. Since then, she has been like she was before my dad died, but worked really hard. You could say she was a workaholic, and wasn't much around.

While I ate the breakfast, she just made, she told me: "Beca, I had told you that I would be flying to Europe next week. Well, they moved the meeting to tomorrow so I have to leave today. Is it okay?"

"Yeah sure. It doesn't matter if it's this week or next week, does it?", I answered.

"You know I don't like leaving you alone. But I know I can trust you and that you'll be fine."

"It's okay, mom. I told you already."

"I promise you that after I finish this contract, I'll have more time for you", my mom said. She has said it so many times before, but I don't mind. I know it's important to her, and being so often alone at home wasn't that bad.

"When is your flight going?", I asked.

"In two hours. I have to go in 10 minutes or so."

"Okay. I have to go to school now so I won't be late." You wouldn't think but I actually cared about my education. Not school particularly, because I hated school, I just want to have good grades.

"Do I get a goodbye hug?", she asked with her arms open wide.

I roll my eyes and hug her.

"You know, if you keep rolling your eyes so much, they'll get stuck eventually", she laughed.

I rolled my eyes again. "Bye mom! I'll see you on Thursday!", I called as I walked to the door and put my black Docs on. I almost forgot my jacket and rolled my eyes at myself, because I live in Portland, Maine where it's nearly always windy. Going out without a jacket would be dumb.

When I walked out the door and down the street, I looked to my right and could see the water gleaming in the sun between the houses. The ocean always calmed me. I just loved it.

When I was younger, my dad tried to have as much time with me as he could, and he often took me to the beach for a walk. I miss him a lot. He was my best friend.

Of course, I had friends in my age too, but it changed after an incident with my ex-best friend, Katie. I don't have any friends anymore. You could call me an outsider.

And I really was an outsider, because even the so called losers had some loser friends. But me, I had no one.

"Hey dyke!", a guy called from my left. He wasn't alone, and I knew them. They were the school jocks. Born to be assholes and bullies.

Just great. I hoped I would have a calm day today.

You wonder why he called me a dyke? Well, the incident with Katie is to blame, and it also is to blame for three years of pure torture.

Katie was my best friend, and we spend almost every moment together. We were inseparable. But I had to screw up everything by telling her that I wanted to kiss her. I always knew I was attracted to girls, but I never acted on it until that moment.

Katie looked at me confused, then shocked, and after a moment it changed to disgust.

She told me I was a "fucking dyke", that I should never come near her ever again, and that she would tell the whole school. An awesome best friend, right?

After that day I lost her, my other friends, as well as other people, started to bully me.

I had no one I could talk to about it; my dad died shortly after, and my mom felt miserable herself. So I just tried not to attract unnecessary attention and make it until graduation.

"Hold on!", the tallest of the jocks, David Korofsky, shouted. I kept walking and tried to ignore them. But Korofsky grabbed my arm and spun me around. I tried to pull my arm out of his grip, but he was too strong. I mean I'm a badass, and I could kick some asses, but he's like, 6'6" tall, and I'm 5'2". I know, I'm super short.

"You don't just keep going when I'm talking to you", he said. I didn't say anything and kept trying to shake him off.

"You know what? I think been too long since we showed you what happens to dykes like you", he laughed and the others joined and agreed. There were five of them. That's of course, super fair and brave – five guys against one girl – and I was scared. I knew what was coming. It wouldn't be the first time they beat me up.

You would think that after so many times, I would be ready, but you can never be really ready. Just as I thought that, there was the first punch, directly in my face. I fell to the ground.

"Very brave of you guys. You're five against one and punching a girl, to top it all", I managed to say and slowly clapped my hands in a mocking manner.

"You're not a girl. You're a dyke. There's a difference", a guy behind Korofsky said while he came closer and kicked me in my stomach. I gasped. The others just laughed at me.

Korofsky pulled me up and threw a punch in my stomach again that knocked the wind out of me and then pushed me. He didn't see the car coming as I tripped.

The car hit me and I flew couple of feet away. Just before I met the ground I heard the brakes squeak. A sharp pain permeated my whole body. I lay on the asphalt and heard fast footsteps approach me. Then, everything went black.

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