"Olivia, come downstairs for breakfast!" Yelled my mom from downstairs.

I sighed and got up from bed. I didn't really want to go to school, I don't ever want to go to school. I get bullied all the time, ever since middle school I've been bullied. I don't take it well sometimes. I do cut myself. My mom doesn't know I do, I don't plan on telling her ever. I hide my blade where she will never find it, which is good. I get dressed in some jeans and a plane t-shirt with some convers.

I looked at my many pop figures before I left my room. There all mostly walking dead ones. That's why people bully me. I told my friend that I wanted to be on the show and that Carl was my favorite. She told the hole school, but instead of saying I liked Carl, she said I liked Chandler and would want to marry him in the future. We aren't friends anymore now, so I have no friends really. I got downstairs and my mom gave me some pancakes. "How'd you sleep last night?" She asked sitting down with me.

"Alright." I said eating my pancakes.

I got got done with breakfast and grabbed my backpack and said "See you after school mom."

"You too hun."

I got out the door and walked to school. I used to take the bus, but I don't anymore. I got in front of the school, took a deep breath, and walked in the school. I got to my locker and there was a note on my locker that said

Hey, it's your dream boy Chandler Riggs, and I'm here to say that I would never date a slut like you. You also won't ever be on that stupid show of mine ever. So stop daydreaming.

I knew it wasn't him, he doesn't go to this school, and never will I know that. It was probably some group of kids, probably jocks or something. I threw the note away and was just trying not to cry. I got my stuff for first period and went to it, it was math. I got in the classroom and sat in the back of he class. I always sit in the back for two reasons, one, cause he teacher doesn't pay attention to you, and two, I don't get picked on. I got out my notebook and stared to just play with my pencil. The teacher came in and stared on the lesson we had. I already know this, so I didn't pay attention. Some people just go on there phones in this class, I do. I have a TWD fan page on instagram. I have lots of followers that support me when I feel down. I saw someone new liked my photo of mine. I looked at it and it read

Chandlerriggs5 liked your video!

It was a video edit of Carl Grimes I did. Took me a week, and I got it out. I was really surprised he liked it, he never likes fan stuff. I got a message from him, I was even more surprised at that.

Chandlerriggs5- hey, I really liked that video edit that u made. I was wondering if I could post it on mine. I promise I will tag u in it.

TWD_IS_AWESOME her username- sure, you can do that, I don't mind at all 😊

He didn't reply, I just put my phone away and pretended to listen.

Lunch

I went to my locker and grabbed my lunch. My phone went off and I saw he replied back.

Chandlerriggs5- awesome, thank you. Also, sorry for replying late, school stared, lmao.

TWD_IS_AWESOME- lol that's fine

"Who you texting?" Asked someone.

"Know one." I said hiding it.

The person was big and muscular, I knew he was a jocks. He took my phone out of my hand and started laughing. "This is probably some fan page of someone's, it's not the real him."

I took my phone out of his hand and looked at it, it was just a fan page. I put my phone away and he said "Oh, are we gonna cry cause it wasn't the real him."

I just walked away, trying to not cry. I wiped the few tears that were running down my cheek and went in the lunch room.

End of school

I walked home, almost in tears. Everyone found out and were picking on me, one almost made me cry right in front of him. I got to my house and tried to look like in wasn't crying. I got inside and my mom said "Hey hun, how was school?"

"Fine." I lyed. "But a lot of homework so I have to work on it." I said running upstairs.

I got to my room and took out my blade. I had to today. I did one for believing it was him liking it, another for believing he would message me, one for the stupid people who noticed it, and a last one for all the people finding out about it. I bandaged up my cuts and put my blade away. I wiped the tears rolling off my cheek and went in the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were all puffy and red from crying, the blood already shokeing my bandages, and my face looking like a hot mess. I put some cold water on my face, so it wouldn't look like I was crying. I wiped off the water and went to do my homework. I'm worthless. I thought. I'm just a screw up and deserve to get bullied my entire life.

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