---So uh... this is my first story. The first chapter starts off kind of slow but they'll get better later on. I apologize for its suckiness in advance. I'm not very experienced when it comes writing, or even spelling for that matter. My grammar isn't that great, and I have a small vocabulary so just be prepared! With that said I'd still really appreciate it if you read it. I'd love any feedback or votes.----

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Winterlake high is a beautiful school. It has many trees and flowers blooming outside just off the land. The sweetness of the flowers fill the air with a fresh, creamy scent. It truly is a sight. The same can't be said for its students however. Its like something out of a nightmare, my very own nightmare.

My name is Harvey and I transfered schools just around two years ago. My parents are always out on business. They are very well known in their work. Because of this they travel a lot so I'm always home alone. I do many things to keep myself entertained, I even took up cooking, though that was mainly due to the fact that my parents were never home to do it. Since I hadn't had many things distracting myself these past eight years I learned a lot of skills and gained several talents. It wasn't even intensional, it just happened cause I was bored. Most people don't know that about me. Ha, my parents don't even know half of what I'm capable of. Though I doubt anyone would care. I'm just not that interesting. 

I had a babysitter until two years before I moved. Her name was Stacie. She was like the only person who showed any interests in my activities. She was the only person I opened up to, sadly she had her own life to live. She was my babysitter since I was eight.  When I was twelve she stopped working as a babysitter so I never really saw here after that. Don't get me wrong I'm glad she has a life but she was the closest thing I had to a friend, so things got very lonely by myself. After she quit my parents didn't bother hiring another babysitter. They figured I was responsible enough to handle myself. Though that was perfectly fine by me cause no one could replace Stacie.

My parents work as a pair, so two years ago they got promotions. The location to where they'd be moved was quite far from where we had lived at the time but they decided to move anyway. There wasn't really anything holding us back, anything worth staying for. I didn't have any friends, not one, nor did I have family in the area. 

Our new house felt much more homey than our previous. This was great cause its where I spend all of my time. Though I do still miss our old home from time to time. 

The house has two bedrooms both up the stairs, mine is to the right and my parent's to left. The stairs are centered near the door of the house. There are two bathrooms, one in my room and the other downstairs near the kitchen. The kitchen is very basic, and has a basic amount of utilities. It has a dining counter with three stools and a few cupboards above it, nothing fancy. The living room is just to the right of the stairs. It has one very soft couch, a large flat screen TV where I usually just play games, and a bunch of other little objects I use to pass the time, one notably being my fathers guitar. I've spend so much time with it that I can play it almost anyway I please. There are a few other rooms in the house that contain things I use as well, though I mainly spend time in my room doing things like reading, playing keyboard and or singing.

The first day I went to school after transferring had gone well. I kept my distance from most people and didn't have to say but a few words the entire day. The next day however was not the same. The bullying began only a day after my arrival. The thing that hit me was that the person who started the bullying was someone who had caught my eye the previous day. His name is Liam. He's tall, very handsome and around two years older than me, which would make him eighteen. Someone like me could never hope to dream about someone of his caliber. I'm small, shy, not very social, and quite awkward. He's outgoing, very charming, and has the whole school at his feet.

During the past two years of school I don't remember anyone trying or even wanting to be my friend. I'm always alone, though its been like that for the past eight years so that isn't really anything new. Something that did change however was the beatings I'd receive. I was eight when the beatings began, though they weren't all that brutal. However, like I said, things have changed. The one I began to crush on during the first day of school, Liam, has a group of jock buddies, they're usually by his side like his minions. They beat me to the ground whenever they're bored or upset, just whenever they need something to hit. 

Liam is one of the popular guys here at school. He does whatever whenever, he sleeps with whomever he pleases whenever he pleases. Heh I wouldn't be surprised if he had an STD or two with the way he gets around. He himself didn't actually do much harm to me, just a couple of shoves and nudges and a punch here and there, its mainly his goons who do the beatings while he sits back and watches. The sad part is that I can never bring myself to hate him, or anyone for that matter. The rest of the school are also out for my blood. There is almost never a day that I don't have a bruise. I don't know if they started this cause I was one of the youngest in the school at the time, or if it was cause I never spoke. 

The teachers never bothered stepping in to stop the bullying. I think its cause they all love Liam and his gang. They're good students, they have good grades, they respect the teachers or pretend to at least, and they have quite the looks and charm. Whenever I get in trouble or when I'm put in trouble rather, everyone always take the side of the other person involved. I don't know what I did to get treated like this. I know I'm not an interesting person... and I'm not very outgoing... nor do I feel that I'm attractive, but I don't think I deserve being punched in the gut, slammed against lockers, kicked and stepped on, and getting laughed at or being completely ignored. Maybe I should just come out of my shell and talk to people more... though I'm probably beyond that point, everyone already thinks of me as a loser.