part of a story i wrote when i was bored. its long. what do you think

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part of a story i wrote when i was bored. its long. what do you think

I looked in the mirror and sighed at the girl staring back at me. I didn’t sigh because the girl was ugly or fat. I sighed because the girl was me. The girl who tried to kill herself just 3 short months ago. The girl who gets bullied to the point where she wanted to die. The girl who is known as the school’s suicidal psycho.
In a way, I sighed out of relief too. the girl looking back at me wasn’t ugly. Not the prettiest, but I had seen worse. She wasn’t at all fat. She has long black hair, that was teased, so it was quite big. Her eyes were outlined in jet black eyeliner and she was pale. She was wearing a My Chemical Romance hoodie and t- shirt, with black skinny jeans and bringt green high top converse. And she was alive.
The problem I faced today was the problem I faced every other day. A problem that I couldn’t escape. A problem that lead me to attempt suicide in the first place. School and its gang of bullies that targeted me because I was different, because I wasn’t who they wanted me to be. Great.
I met my 3 best friends outside my house. Lily, Mikey and Joey. Lily has been my best friend since I was six, when we used to go to primary school and nursery together. When our biggest problem was choosing which crayon to use. I met Joey and Mikey when I moved to high school.
Lily was the same age as me, more or less; our birthdays were exactly a month apart. I was born on 13th April 1996 and Lily was born on the 13th may 1996. Lily had short, shoulder length black, choppy hair, blue eyes and was as pale as me. She was wearing bright red skinny jeans, a Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt and a criminal damage hoodie with skate trainers. She smiled at me.
Mikey was nearly a year older than me, but we are in the same year than me, but we fit into the same year. He had hair kind of like Gerard Way’s. Long for a boy, black and with a fringe. He was wearing skinny jeans, a iron fist t-shirt and a drop dead hoodie with black and white fingerless gloves. With bright red, slightly battered converse. He was listening to his Ipod, in a world of his own, getting ready for another day of verbal abuse, battering and pure humiliation.
Joey was about the same age as me, our birthdays were about a week apart. He was really short. He had brown emo hair that compleley covered his eyes. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a slipknot t-shirt and a plain black hoodie and skate trainers. The fact that he was so short, makes him a easy target.
“Hey Zoey!” Lily shouted from the other side of the road. Some chavs sniggered at her.
“Hey look guys!” one of them shouted “look at those emo kids. That one is so short. I could kill him. GO SLIT YOUR WRISTS”
I glared at them they glared back. What bugged me the most was that they didn’t even know me. They never even spoke to me, so how do they know what I’m like? They don’t, exactly. That’s what bugs me the most. How can they judge me when they don’t know me? Joey just sighed. He was thinking the same as me. I knew him well enough to know.
“Hey Lily, Joey, Mikey”
“Hey”
“`Sup?”
“How’s things?”
“okay I guess, could be better, could be worse…”
“True True” Joey said.
When we finally got to school, it was assembly first. We took our usual seats at the back, and put in our headphones. As usual. I was content, almost happy, until Zac and his gang walked in. the gang who made me want to die. Zac came up to us. Great.
“Stupid dirty emos. Gay boys”
Ahh, I see he was being nice. Nicer than usual anyway
“Leave us alone for once?” Mikey asked.
Zac knocked him to the ground, in a punch, that he wasn’t expecting.
“GET THE HELL OUTTA MY FACE. DON’T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT. WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? “ He turned to me. “AND GET YOUR SKINNY LITTLE ASS OUTTA THAT SEAT. I WANA SIT DOWN!” By this point, there was not one person in that hall not looking at me. “YOU’RE JUST A EMO! YOU TRIED TO KILL YOURSELF. YOU PSYCO!”
I tried not to cry. I looked away and heard a thud. I looked back up, and saw Zac on the floor, with some other kid I had never seen before stood over him.
“Don’t you talk to her like that. Who in the hell do you think you are?! Don’t talk to any of them like that, especially not her. If she tried to kill herself in a week, because of you, and succeeded, you would have to live with that forever. You’re a mistake.”
He smiled at me. he had pretty much the same hairstyle as mikey, but with a bigger fringe. I guessed that he was new, no other kid from our school would have the guts to punch Zac Barker like that. I asked him is name.
“Jack” he replied. “Jack Smith”