"Once words are said, they can be forgiven, but never forgetten." -Lyric from Words Can Hurt
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A girl, somewhere around her teens just turned eleven. She's starting her first year in middle school.

The girl thinks that middle school was going to be the place where she would finally make friends, and fit in.

"First day of middle school, here I come!" she said to herself excitedly, as she walked out from her house just in time to see the school bus.

Only... The bus didn't stop. Instead, the bus drove passed her. "Hey!" she yelled as she started chasing the bus.

This caused the students on it, to laugh. The girl felt somewhat hurt, but ignored their laughter, as she continued chasing the bus.

Soon, she lost track of the bus, and kicked a tree in anger. In response, the tree replied right back with a swift of its dark hazelnut stump.

The girl gripped her foot as she made a small whimpering. This caused a flashback to come to her.

She was six-year-old, at the time. Her mother had barely finished mopping their wooden floor. She, however was outside playing, and merely forgot.

As a result, she slipped before faceplanting onto the ground. Her brother, Paul heard the sudden thump and peeked out from his room to investigate.

Only to see his younger sister, fall. His reaction was a low, harsh laugh. "Serves you right," he said harshly as tears started to form.

She thought of something that she did to him, but nothing came to mind. So, why was he so harsh to her?

Without realizing it, she started to cry. "Oh, grow up. Crying will get you nowhere in life," her father stated firmly as Paul laughed at her, once more.

Since that day, she learned (or rather forced) herself to keep her feelings locked in, and showed no emotions.

That was only five years ago. She never really knew why everyone was mean to her, and even though, she didn't show it... It bothered her.

She wanted to know why, she knew that she was different.

With her black ebony curls, her tan skin, the small dimple near her left cheek, her light brown eyes and her slightly chapped lips, that's only part of her description.

Her clothes were long blue denim jeans, a light-blue T-shirt, a flower pin, a thin black jacket, plain white socks, and her all-times shoes were a pair of sparkled Nikes.

Her hair was tied up neatly in a ponytail, as she wanted to look casual, yet slightly stand out. That wasn't why she was different, though.

From a young age, she was born short. Naturally, as you grow older, your legs tend to grow, making you taller. Sadly, this didn't happen to her.

She was the shortest in elementary school. She was often picked on, and bullied, for something that she had no control over.

She hoped that middle school wouldn't be the case with her. When she reached the school, she took in a deep breath, held her head, made a silent prayer, and marched right in.

There were dimmly bright blue lockers, pictures of previous principals hung among the hallway with bronze frames, brightened with the help from gold spray paint.

The floor was waxed to perfection, as she could see her own reflection. She smiled at herself, and waved. It was fun, thinking that she had her own mirror.

This happiness didn't last long as she was forcefully pushed to the ground. She managed to sit up, and dust herself off before looking to see a group of taller (and older) kids.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there," a girl said, as the girl took a closer look. Her hair was a dirty shade of brown, her eyes matching her hair color, her nails surprisingly short.

Under a coat of 'pure' sweetness, layed a tone of harshness. Looks like beauty is the beast!

The girl quickly left, not wanting to deal with her anger. Sadly though, this was only the beginning.

Author Note,
Hey guys! This is the intro to the short story called 'Bullied'. I'm writing this for Forgotten_Schuyler40.

I don't know what the limit is, but I'm going to post five chapters since that's what I do for short stories (unless told otherwise).

Tell me what you guys thought in the comments below! It might seem rushed, but I plan on fixing it, so feel free to leave suggestions!

I also don't own the video nor the song. I'm only using the song and video, to give you guys a message, if you're mentally suffering from people harsh words.

Thanks and have a fantastic day!