While sitting in the car and riding to the Moon mansion, all I can think about is how my school life went downhill after Biology.

*Past*

I entered the room happily with relief. Maxwell was sharing this class with me and he's a huge flirt. He's been hitting on me since he sat beside me and now I was getting annoyed so I need to stop him.

"Hey, were you hurt when you fell from heaven", I've heard better than this Maxwell. He's a hot guy and almost all girls on campus throw themselves at him and Tom. Maxwell has dark hair and dark brown eyes. I know he is just trying to get in my pants. Today as I stepped through the door, almost every guy was checking out my legs. I shouldn't have worn a black long sleeve t-shirt with a short black skirt without stockings. I'm not breaking any dress code though.

"Actually, I came up digging from hell", I heard an adorable laugh and knew who it was. Tom was laughing at Maxwell and so were other guys who sat beside him. Maxwell gave me a smirk and said,

"Darling, women villains are sexier than actresses in a movie", God, he's got every answer.

"Leave her alone man, at least for today, it's her birthday", Tom said smirking at me and giving Maxwell a note like something, he went out. Mr. Jordan is an amazing teacher. He has the capability of making boring biology practicals interesting. I felt so bad for the cockroach that was dissected for our anatomy class. The poor creature got sacrificed for studying.

After the class, I packed my bag and I decided to apologize to Tom for my yesterday's behavior. I stepped out from class and taking little steps I was making up sentences that I'd tell him as an apology. As I went out towards my locker, someone smacked a cake on my face.

"Happy Birthday", they exclaimed. I wipe off my eyes and open them a little to see a gleaming Alex popping party popper near my ear making me go deaf and blind.

"That was really unnecessary", I say wiping off my face with a handkerchief.

"It's your birthday and we are friends. I owe a teenager celebration", he explains. I smile at him and take off to the restroom after thanking him.

I clean off my face and my hair. This type of celebration is just a waste of cake. Never mind, it was his way of wishing me. I apply eyeliner and clean off my smeared lipstick. After combing my hair, I went out to the cafeteria in search of Tom as I've to apologize to him.

As I reached the cafeteria, I was smacked with another cake on my face. This time it was Jake. "Can you guys stop this already?", I shout at him. His excited face wears out as he pouts. "I know it's your way of celebration but stop now okay. Anyways thank you", saying I ran off to the washroom before he can pop off the party popper and make me go deaf again.

I cleaned off myself again and this time before I can run off to the field, I double-checked the way looking for guys holding the cake to smash on my face. Thankfully, this time I made my way without getting a single piece of cake on my face, to the field. This is so unusual for the field to be empty at this hour. Sighing I returned to the cafeteria.

"You look down", Aleister asks me as he came bringing two plates of pasta. He slides over another plate towards me.

"Maybe because I was hungry", I say eating a spoonful of pasta.

"I got to go, the coach is looking for me", Aleister excused himself after he read a text on his phone and ran off to the hallway.

I was eating peacefully when I see from the corner of my eye that Maxwell is approaching me. I scan through his hands and luckily he's not holding any cake.

"Jennie, Tom is looking for you in parking", Maxwell informs me.

"Ok", I say and continue devouring onto my pasta.

"Go now", he shouts.

"Jeez, let me eat first", I argue. He sat beside me watching me impatiently, maybe he's doing this deliberately. I felt annoyed so I started shoving pasta in my mouth and cleared my plate five minutes early than my usual time.

"Happy?", I ask him in annoyance and he nods with a wide grin.

After gulping down water to my system, I ran off to the parking. When I reached there, I couldn't find a single soul. Are they pranking me? Sighing in annoyance, I turned around to get smacked with a cake. "Happy Birthday", this time I recognized this voice before I started rubbing my eyes. It was Tom. He blew off party popper near my left ear, making me go deaf.

In frustration, I didn't wipe off my face, I just wiped my eyes to get a clear enough view of his grinning face. "If this happens again, I'm smacking your face, pun not intended", I say and walk out towards the washroom.

As I opened the door of the washroom, something cold and sticky poured down on me making me jump in surprise. It was too late before I could move out, I was already stained by red wine and glitter. They are bullying me, I conclude.

I was like a piece of trash and my hair was sticky, my clothes were stained and dirty, my face was a complete mess. The girls outside the washroom laughed and cameras kept on flashing. All I could do was walk inside and let them make fool of me as I stormed inside the washroom. I was upset and angry but didn't cry. After cleaning nearly forty percent of my clothes, washing my face, and wearing a jacket over my dirty t-shirt, I came out and showed no sign of shame or sadness on my face.

The girls outside were laughing looking at me, I gave them a death glare and it worked well. They apologized and walked away. I had a notification from the school page and I saw my video which was going viral in school, I think someone posted it to make me feel more shitty.

Bullying is bad and it may seem cool to some people but it hurts, it really hurts. I don't need to show that I'm being a victim though I'm being one, I need to hold my ground.

Shyna came running towards me, she was almost breathless when she reached for me. I'm missing Brooke today, she's on leave as she's sick. She's badass. She holds a black belt in Judo and helps girls and women to be independent. In short, she's a member of 'The Women Empowerment group', of our school. Her sister is opposite of her, Shyna's girly with blonde hair and blue eye, and she's a hottie. I wonder how these twins got this much anti. If Brooke would be present here then she would break every bone of that motherfucker, Thomas Stanley.

"Where were you, I was looking for you since like....... Huff...", she's out of breath.

"First listen to me, breath and I think I'm being bullied", I told her.

"Yes that's the thing, you saw the article too? Wait, but why were you bald? Anyways they are trying to spoil your birthday because of yesterday. Wait, where's everyone else?", she kept on going confused, making me go confused with her.

"Breath Shy, and drink this", I gave her a bottle of water and she calmed down.

"God Jen, what happened to you? Forget to bath or fell in sewage?", she asked when she finally sat on the bench and looked at me.

"The punishment for standing up for myself", I say pointing at myself.

I sat beside her on the bench and went on the school page to read the article she was talking about.

'Psycho redhead once bald', my blood started boiling as I saw my two-year-old picture in which I was sitting on a bench beside the tree which shows edited sign of mental asylum.

This is the picture I stuck on board of the hospital in which my chemo was proceeding along with radiotherapy. This is a very special picture for me because the tree and I, both healed from our worst state together.

'The new girl of our school known by her name Jennie Stockins' was suffering from chronic schizophrenia and according to our resources, she ran from a mental asylum two years ago. She has been admitted again to California's asylum and due to continuous shock full treatment, she went all bald. We still think that there's something wrong with her so we would advise you all to stay away from her', after reading this I couldn't dare continue scrolling still I did after a few seconds.

'Happy birthday to the new girl. Hope you will get well soon',

FUCK YOU STANLEY!

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