Imagine #1 - Bullied

Today was Monday. I had to go to school again. Most people don't want to go to school, but only because they don't like to work. I really love school: I love to learn, I love the teachers, I love my classes. But there is one thing I hate about school, bullying. Yep, I'm one of the people who is always being bullied. It can be all kind of bullying: Emptying your backpack on the floor, throwing things at you, saying rude and mean things, say anything and they've done it.
School wasn't a place to learn anymore, it was a place of hiding and hoping the bullies won't get you.

I took my stuff and left my home. My mother wasn't at home today, she is gone for 1, 2 months. My dad died when I was 5, so it was always been me and my mom. I stood on the porch and said to myself: "Let the hell begin." School wasn't far, but I always walked slow, because I could go immediately to class instead of waiting and getting bullied. With my luck, it started raining. "Why always me?!" Running didn't helped very much, because I was soaked when I entered school. "Look who we got there. Didn't had any money to buy a umbrella?" "Didn't your dad gave you any money?" When they said that, some tears started to form. "Oh are you going to cry? Does little y/n miss her dad? Aww, we'r e sorry." "Go away." "And then? What are you going to do then?" I clenched my fists, but said nothing. I didn't like to fight. "Ha, you aren't going to do anything to us sweetheart. You're to afraid." Someone pushed me and took my backpack. They held it at the bottom and started shaking. Everything fell to the ground. My phone crashed and fell into pieces. I began collecting my stuff. The bullies started laughing. "You're so pathetic y/n." Then I heard a voice, one I've never heard. "Leave her alone." "So who are you to say to us to leave her alone? She is so pathetic that she does need someone to protect her." "One more time, leave her alone and go away." Again, the bullies were laughing. I didn't saw anything, I was still busy collecting my stuff, and was too afraid to look at the bullies. The unknown boy punched one in the face. They didn't know how fast they could run away. I felt a hand on my hand, and looked up. I saw a beautiful face, one like an angel, with eyes so blue as the sky without clouds. He has blonde hair, with brown roots. (I think he bleached it). I didn't realized I was staring at him until he giggled and said something. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, uhm no.. A bit I think. T.. Thank you." "No need to thank me, they should not bully anyone, especially not someone like you." I blushed. I helped me collecting my stuff. "I'm Niall, Niall Horan." "I'm y/n, thank you for.. Ehm.. Saving me." "It's alright. Do you want to come to my house, to relax a bit? I will talk to the rector tomorrow or something, he will understand." I thought a bit about it, but I didn't took long to get an answer. "Yes that would be nice."

And so, I went to his house. We talked and laughed a lot and he was so cute and friendly. We became immediately best friends and a few months later even a couple. The bullies never threatened me again.