Creative Writing: Drifting Away

Drifting Away
Short Story

You could say I am the girl that everyone hates. The push over. The one who gets bullied everyday. The one who gets bruises constantly throughout the school day. Yes that is me.
I wish I could change all of this, become someone completely different. I have no one. I feel as though I am breaking inside.

“Come down, Emma!” my brother shouted, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I quickly pulled my hair up into a high bun. I was wearing ripped jeans and a red oversized hoodie. I absolutely hate wearing long sleeved clothes just to cover up the scars and bruises, especially since it is boiling outside.

I ran downstairs to see my brother, Nate, and sister, Britney, in the kitchen eating toast whilst arguing over who

It felt as though I had been stabbed many times. I wiped the tears that I never knew were coming out.

“I am using the car because I have the keys!” Nate yelled whilst running out of the house with the keys in his hand.

“Bye Emma, I love you more than my beautiful car”
Nate expressed.

“See ya, idiot” I grinned.

I waved at Nate and grabbed my bag and started walking in the direction to what I call hell. I was petrified of what may happen today. I hate school. Everyone uses this phrase, but I actually hate every bit of school.

Nobody from my school lives in my area so at least I can walk to school in peace without anyone insulting or hurting me.

I arrived at school. I stood there silently for a few minutes contemplating whether or not I should ditch. If I did ditch then I would not have good grades. I want to have a future when I am older, so I decided to go in.

I caught a glimpse of Chloe, walking down the corridors. Although I dislike Chloe, I can’t say she is ugly because she’s not. She is what you would call drop dead gorgeous. She has long blonde beachy like hair, long eyelashes, a skinny figure and a perfect face structure. She is stunning, but also a

Anything shorter and you’ll be seeing a feature of her ass. She wore a white crop top that you would say is way too small for her. It showed more than it was supposed to.

“Hey Em!” She said. Why did she call me Em?

“Hi,” I barely said. I was way too scared she would kick me with her shoes.

“Want to come to my party on Saturday night? It’s gonna be lit.” Chloe said whilst her gang were chuckling away like idiots.

Maybe this is my time. This is the time I will become known. Popular even? The time people would accept me for who I am. I guess I was just too blinded by my hopes.

“Yeah, I will come” I said casually, so it wouldn’t sound like I was trying too hard.

“Oh wait no you can’t come. I just wanted to see if you wanted to,” Chloe said. She and her friends walked off but Amanda stopped to push me so hard that I fell down and banged my head on the locker.

I heard the whole corridor having what you call a laughing fit. I could feel the tears starting to jam up behind my eyes so I got up and ran to the bathroom, praying that someone could help me.

Someone that could save me from hurting myself.
Someone that could stop me from Drifting