Y/N-your name

N/N-nickname

"(Y/n)! You're going to be late for school!" My dad yelled as I was looking for a shirt.

"I'm almost done!" I yelled back. "Have you seen my Batman vs. Superman shirt?"

"Check the dryer!" He yelled back.

I ran down stair in my bra and ripped jeans. I looked in the dryer and grabbed my shirt. I put on my shoes and a beanie that matched:

"Are you ready?" He asked getting impatient.

"Yeah." I respond back and we walk out the door together.

I'm 15 and a sophomore. I've lived with my dad all my life.He has naturally tan skin, blonde, short hair and coal black eyes. He's really tall, and he doesn't walk, he limps-a side effect from his knee surgery. He's not fat, but he's not skinny either; He's average.

Actually, he's not my real dad; I'm adopted. I wasn't even one when my birth mom put me in the orphanage. Last year my dad gave me a letter from her saying she did love me, but she was a rape victim at the age of 13 and had me when she was 14. She explained that she didn't have the experience and none of her family had the qualifications to take care of a child. She thought abortion shouldn't have been an option, so she told whoever to put me into an orphanage. She sent a picture too. I have her eyes, face shape, and hair color. However, I can't meet her; She moved to South Africa for her job. She said she was happy to find out I was adopted, all she wanted was for me to be happy-And I am for the most part.

When we got in the car, he turned on the car and I turned on the radio.

Dad looked at me and asked, "You want to drive?"

"Not today. You drive faster and better than me." I said. He nodded and started driving.

As he was driving, I looked out the window. I started to think about these guys that make fun of me and occasionally push me around. There's eight of them: Basically, Nogla, Wildcat, Mini, Moo, Delirious, Lui, and the worst of them all, Vanoss.

Why do they have wired names? Nicknames are very popular in our school. Mine's (N/n).

Anyway, I don't know why they bully me, they just do. We were in different middle schools, so they didn't know me until last year.

The first time I guess we actually "met," they were pushing around this girl. Worried, I went over there to stop it. They looked at me, then at each other, but instead of saying anything back, they just walked away. Ever since, they've been real jerks to me.

Fortunately, the girl became my best friend. Her name is Gia, but her nickname is Skittles because her hair is basically a rainbow. She has brown eyes and average height. She's a procrastinator.

As my dad pulled up to the entrance of the school, Skittles started walking to the car. My dad and I said our goodbyes and I got out to meet up with her.

She hugged me, "Did you get that stupid English homework done?"

"Yeah, but it's in my locker. Do you want to go with me so you can get it done?" I asked even though I already knew the answer.

"Can I please?" She said putting out her bottom lip. I laughed and started walking to my locker with her following.

My locker is at the very end of the busiest hallway in the school. We had to pass teachers, squeeze through the cheerleaders, dodge the jocks, and zigzag through the nerds and geeks. I didn't see the "Vanoss Crew"-if that's what you want to call them-anywhere. It wouldn't be the first time they skipped school, my dad said he seen them walking around during school hours.

Yeah, my dad knows about them. So does the school but they still pick on me. The school counselor cares about us just as much he cares about the rocks outside. If you have a problem, you have to tell him, but he won't do anything about it. You can't tell the principle or any of the teachers because they're too "busy," and they say the counselor is here for a reason. Probably to sell drugs to the teachers in the teacher's lounge.

I opened my locker and looked in my homework folder. I took out the completed paper and handed it to Skittles, just for it to be knocked out of her hands.

"Oops!" Delirious said, "I'm so clumsy."

Then someone bumped into me, "Yeah, me too." It was Nolga.

"Apparently so were your parents, they probably dropped you on your face 4-5 times?" I said turning to face him while crossing my arms.

"At least it didn't effect my face, unlike yours." He said. I looked at him with disgust.

"What is this anyway?" Mini said, picking up my paper.

"It's mine." I said and tried to grab for it but he moved it away.

"Oh really? Well it kind of looks like my A+ paper." He laughed. He was about to put it in his binder until I grabbed it.

"Why can't you guys just leave us alone?" I said as I put the paper back into my folder.

Then Vanoss pushed me back, "Who's gonna make us?"

Lui slammed Skittles against the lockers. Lucky for her, she kicked him in the shin and ran the other way. Did I forget to mention she's a coward.

He was about to run after her, but I said, "Leave her alone!"

He looked at me with death in his eyes. "Do you just try and tell me what to do?"

Me, being stupid, had to say,"Yeah because you clearly have no common sense of your own."

He ran at me and pinned me against the lockers. He drew his fist back and was about to punch me, so I closed my eyes, prepared for the worst.

"Stop right there!" Someone yelled. I looked up and saw a teacher-like guy down the hall, but I've never seen him before. "What on Earth do you think you are doing?"

He walked furiously over to us with the principle and Skittles following. He looked like he was in his late 20's or early 30's. He had a shadow beard and dark brown hair. He wore a green shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a collar, a dark blue vest covering it, and topped off with a black bow-tie. He had beige dress pants and black dress shoes. He was thin and tall, but not as tall as my dad.

"You boys are in so much trouble!" Mrs. Preson yelled at them. She's our principle. Her red hair is always in a bun, and she always wears a nice dress with a coat to match. She's about 35 and has two children. She's a really good principle, but she never sticks around long enough to stop things like this.

"I want you all in my office, now!" The guy said.

"Who even are you?" Wildcat said.

"I'm the new counselor. And this kind of behavior will not be tolerated in this school for as long as I'm here." He said then pointed down the hall, "My office, all of you, now!"