A/N: My sister make this drawing for me, and I absolutely love it.

Ok, let me explain. I've never been to the USA, so I know nothing about the customs or how the schools work or any of the norms. If I get something wrong I would love some advise.

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It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.

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Two side's to a story, I remind myself again for three thousands time today. There has to be some kind of logical reason why. Still I don't think that is an excuse for tormenting me the whole day. Just because I'm different to everybody else doesn't mean to not leave me alone.

I am walking home hoping that I don't run into them on my way back, its three girls that torment me, at school, walking home, on the bus, even going to the shops. Whenever they can get away with it. I guess it is partly my fault. Everybody says you have to tell a teacher or your parents, yes, they would be able to sort it out a school, maybe get them expelled. But then they would be out to get me.

Most of the time, I am a carefree person. Trying to enjoy what life gives me. I almost always try to focus on the positive, instead of the negative. Doesn't always work, though.

Please don't show up, please don't show up, I chant in my head hoping for best.

I am never that lucky.

"Hey, England!" I hear a loud brassy voice from some way behind.

Just keep my head down, ignore them.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" I hear the sound of running and a hand grabs hold of my shoulder twisting me round.

Ashley, that's her name, she rules the roost. Her dark brown hair tided up into a high pony tail, she is glaring at me with light brown eyes. Through the corner of my eye I see her two other lackeys, Harper and Amelia. Both mean, spiteful girls who apparently find it fun making my life misery.

"She's in her own little world, what you daydreaming about, huh?!" Amelia says her hand on her hip, I notice that she has painted her nails a deathly black.

"Nothing," I mutter mostly to myself, but they hear me. Really I had been thinking about for most of the day, what my friends would be doing back in the UK, and about how it would feel just to walk up to a mountain top and just stand there taking the the most likely breathtaking scenery. I've already excepted at this point that I imagine and think weird things.

"Anyway. Back to the point. I heard you taking to old Evely," Ashley hisses, she is talking about Miss Evelyngreen, the music teacher, "what were you talking about, huh!?"

When the lesson ended Miss Evelyngreen called me back before I went out of the door, she said that see thought my violin playing was particularly heartfelt today and she was wondering if anything was the matter. I had said no and asked if I could go have my lunch.

I know what they think I said.

"Did you snitch on us, or what," Harper snaps.

"No, I- I didn't tell on you," I stumble, my hands clenching into fists my nails digging in to the palm of my hands.

"Yeah, right," Ashley says.

"Well, if there is something to tell on maybe what your doing is wrong," I cry, I don't think they wanted advise. My actions always lead me into this corner, it's always my fault.

I double over when a hard fist punches onto my stomach, holding my middle with both hands I blearily look up at the three, that's when a knee slams straight into my face. I crumble to the floor. Ashley gives me one last kick with her black boots before laughing and walking off with Harper and Amelia.

"If that doesn't teach you, bitch, I don't know what will," Harper calls over her shoulder as they walk off.

I look up to see Amelia turning off her phone and sliding it into her pocket, great she was probably taking a video of me.

Still on the ground I lift a throbbing hand up to see it patterned with blood, must of happened when I fell to the floor.

Sighing, I unsteadily pull myself off the floor. I look out at the road to see a yellow and black sports car driving away. God, I hope its nobody from school. I shake my head, it can't be anyone from school, right? I mean, sports cars cost a lot. So its unlikely.

I continue walking, stumbling slightly, back home with only one sentence bouncing around in my head.

Those walls I built are never coming down.