AmericaXBullied!Reader Chapter 3

Taking the note out of your bag you gave it to him and walked over to your seat. Everyone you passed spat something at you.

‘Nerd.’
‘Loser’
‘No-body’

You tried to act as if they didn’t hurt you, but hurt couldn’t help flash in your (eye colour) eyes. Finally making it to your desk, you put your bag down, took out your books and began to copy the notes on the board, ignoring everyone else around you.


“Miss (Last Name)!” You heard your name being called, and you looked up, at see your teacher standing a few metres away from your desk.

You had finished writing notes down a few minutes ago, and you had started to draw. Blushing you quickly shut the sketch pad.

“Miss (Last Name) what were you doing?” He asked.

“I-I finished copying down the notes, and I did the questions, so I-I was drawing.” You replied, and grabbed your History book.

Mr Riley walked over, and watched as you opened to the page you had written your notes, and passed it up to him.

Turning the book around, he began to read the work. You could hear everyone around the room whispering, and you knew they were waiting for Mr Riley to tell you they did something either right or wrong. Either way they would mock you about it.

Mr Riley closed your book, and placed in front of you.

“Good work.” He said, and began to walk back to the front.

“Nerd!” Someone near the back of the class called out.

“Daydreaming Nerd!” Someone else called out, and then they all started to laugh.

“Quiet down!” Mr Riley yelled out, and glared at his class.

“Nerd!” One last person called out, and you hide your face in your hair, as a tear fell onto your desk.

Not that anyone noticed anyway. Your hand shot up.

“Sir may I have a toilet pass please?” You asked, not letting your voice crack.

‘Yes Miss (Last Name).” Mr Riley said, walked over to his desk, and began to write out a toilet pass for you.

After a few moments, he called you up to get it. Getting up, you pushed your chair back, and walked up to him still hiding your face in your (hair colour) hair. You took the pass from his hands, but before you could walk away, Mr Riley whispered something.

“Miss (Last Name) are you okay?” He asked, not letting the other students know he was talking to you.

You nodded, and walked out of the room quickly. As soon as you walked a few steps down the hallway, you took off running towards the girls’ bathroom, where you knew you would break down.

Closing the stall door behind you, you locked it, and leaned against the wall. Breaking into tears, you began to fall down the wall.

‘W-Why do they h-hate me? W-What did I ever d-do?’ You asked yourself, as you slowly moved your unsteady hand up to wipe away your tears.

Choking back another sob, you hide your hands, in your (skin colour) face, and you took a deep breath.


Slowly getting to your feet, you unsteadily unlocked the door and stumbled out of the bathroom stall. Walking over to the sink, you turned the water on, and put your hands under the tap.

Splashing the water that had fallen into your hands onto your (skin colour) face, you wiped your face with your sleeve, and sniffled once more, before walking out of the bathroom, and back down the hallway towards the History class.

“Miss (First Name) (Last Name)!” You turned around at your name being called, and you saw Mr Moore walking over to you. “Why aren’t you in class?”

“I-I have a note saying I-I was allowed to g-go to the bathroom s-sir.” You replied, and pulled the note out of your pocket.

The brown haired teacher took the note, and read it.

“Fine, take this, and go back to class.” He gave you back the note, and his grey eyes narrowed. “Have you been crying?”

You slightly flinched, and coughed once.

“N-No sir. M-May I go now?” You asked, and looked away, your (hair colour) hair covering your (skin colour) face.

“Yes you may go.” He said, and turned around, and walked off.

Turning around you continued to walk to class.


Wiping your cheeks once more with the sleeve of your shirt, you entered the classroom, and walked over to Mr Riley.

“Sorry I took so long sir…” You said, and gave him the note back, and walked over to your desk.

Sitting down, you looked at the board, to make sure there wasn’t anything else. Sighing in relief, you opened your sketch pad again, and began to work on your drawing again.

~To Be Continued~