Taunting filled my ears as my fellow 13-year old classmates continued to bully me, throwing food from their lunches at my once clean, long, chocolate brown curly hair as I shielded my ocean blue eyes from their view. Everyday the insults and pranks grew worse, but I didn't do anything about it. I didn't have the guts to stand up for myself, and my low self-esteem didn't help things. You're probably wondering why I'm the kid getting picked on, so I guess I'll tell you my story.
I was by far the chubbiest kid in my eighth grade class, and Jake Worthington wouldn't let me forget it either. He has been picking on me for years, never failing to make me cry. Jake was easily the cutest boy in my class with his emerald green eyes and jet black hair, but I got over that crush a long time ago. Having him as my own personal tormentor for 7 hours, 5 days a week, ever since I first moved here in second grade after my parents divorced does that to a person. My mom, Genevieve Winters, and I, Alexandria Winters, lived in a dingy apartment complex about 2 blocks from Sunnyside Middle School, where I am right now, whilst my dad, Rick Davis, lives in England as the owner of a multi-billion dollar corporation called Davis Industries. No one knows my family has money, or that I'm even related to the famous Rick Davis, as my mom's a waitress at a local diner, and I go by her last name.
A plate of spagetti is dropped on my head, cutting my thoughts short. And just guess who did that? Yep, Jake. Tears were threatening to fall as I listened to Jakes taunts.
"Get out of this school you ugly cow, no one wants you here!" Jakes cronies and my class start repeating it too.
"Leave, we all hate you anyway!"
"Get out of here fatso!"
Not being able to take the insults anymore, I take one last look at Jake's face before running out the doors of the cafeteria. I couldn't take it anymore. I rushed home, knowing exactly what I was going to do. After walking the two blocks home, I found my mom in the living room watching the news. Crying I say the one sentence that would change my life forever, "I can't take it anymore, Mom. All of the stuff I've put up with since the first day I came to this town is too much! I want to live with Daddy in England." I then ran pass my mother and into my room, slamming the door shut.
There was a knock on my door. "Alexandria, honey, go pack your bags. Your flight leaves tomorrow for England." she sighed. I knew she didn't want me to go, but what was I supposed to do? Spend the rest of my school years in absolute torture? It was gonna be different when I got to England. No more fat jokes, and definitely no more Jake Worthington. I was going to be the girl I always wanted to be, but never had the courage to be. I'll prove them all wrong, and come back when I'm ready for my sweet, sweet revenge. They won't know what hit them. I'll make sure of it.
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