Not A Typical Bad Boys Type

“Ouch! Wait a minute, freakin' chick!" With her eyes rolling, the lady in high red stilettos, torn jeans, and a tank top glared at me. She's enraged.

"I apologize. It wasn't on purpose; I was just-," When she tosses the fruit juice she was drinking before I bumped into her here on the ground, I'll simply explain myself.

“Oh! What were you thinking?" I began furiously, staring at my sticky-juice-covered garments.

'I've still got a class later!'

'What the heck is going on?!'

'You obnoxious b*tch!'

Those are the phrases that are now circulating in my head.

"You don't have the authority to do this! I know I ran into you while reading my scientific book, but this is excessive!" I yelled at her fiercely, but I don't believe she was upset by anything I said.

She speaks as though she has already won the war. A cloud of smoke on her face, together with her crimson lips and arched brows, makes me want to start World War III.

"Now, you know where you belong," she said. The lady acknowledged this and even took my identification.

"Julia Taylor–Wow, what a wonderful name for a victim like you," she said, laughing as she tossed my identification on the floor.

This is an average day on campus for a normal student. I tried to fight, but I still don't have the strength to fight for myself–even if it's simply to win a debate. I knelt on the ground to collect my ID after she went away, and I heard her yelling at me.

"Hey, you scumbag!"

"Know my name–I'm Loreta Louser, and it's much too good to meet you to start my day," she added, chuckling as she turned to face her way.

"What a b*tch," I said as I retrieved my book off the side of the road.

I don't mind that a lot of people are staring at me. There are a lot of predators on this campus, as well as a lot of prey. And due to my good fortune, I became one of the prey, a victim of the bullies. I sighed and adjusted my spectacles before walking inside my dorm as if nothing had occurred. This was a regular day on campus for the sufferers like me.

The instructors and campus coordinators all jumped in to assist the tormented pupils. They just want the money that the school gives them. That is why many bullies raise their spirits in order to bully more individuals.

I examine my reflection in the mirror next to my door. My heavy eyeglasses and the fact that my hair is now unkempt may convince them that I am weak, that they can bully me, but I am not! I'm not as wealthy as they are to dress the way they do, but I'm not a wimp! I'm fed up with being bullied.

I want to take a break from all I'm doing, but not for my own sake; it's for them. I examined the literature that I had brought with me.

"Those freakin' bastards can't even finish their homework when they can f*ck the females they want," I said, trying to take a breather.

In order to internalize and calm myself down, I completed the part of my morning habits in the restroom. I tried to take a bath as quickly as possible since I knew my next lesson would begin in a few minutes.

"Should I alter my hairstyle?" I started unconsciously.

"Will it be my spectacles or my dress?" When I came to a halt in my attempts to alter everything, I questioned myself in the mirror.

"Why should I?" you may wonder. I grinned and murmured to myself. I clenched my teeth and glanced in the mirror.

"Why should I alter myself for the sake of others? This is how I look and how I feel, therefore I should keep it that way." I shouted it passionately while wearing my spectacles.

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