Amazing Grace by By: zzmbrashear (top non fiction books of all time TXT) 📕

Amazing Grace
By: Morgan a.k.a zzmbrashear


Blurb:
Grace was the perfect daughter. The perfect sister. She got good grades and did what she was told. She was the quiet type. She didn’t like to draw attention to herself. Grace, even at an early age, had struggled with her weight. She didn’t mind it but others did. They pestered and pestered. They messed with her mentally and physically. But of course, this was all fun and games until the unspeakable happens. It only takes three teenagers one girl over the edge. When this one girls story hits the news and the people responsible for what happened are exposed, she becomes famous. Her story becomes known everywhere and its this one girl that changes everything.


Amazing Grace
~beautiful inside and out~


She kept her head down as she made her way through the crowded hallway. Her shoulders bumped with others as she pushed through them. She could hear them snicker. She could hear them laugh as she walked past them.
“Moo!” They call as she walked past. She kept her eyes on her feet as she pushed through the crowd. Her palms were sweaty as she pushed open the main doors and ran out of the building. Her books dropped as she burst into tears. She didn’t stop, she kept running. She knew if she stopped that the tormenting would just continue.
She breathed heavy as she continued to sprint down the street. She was determined to make it to her house. She couldn’t stop because that would give them another chance to humiliate her. She just couldn’t take it anymore.
She looked up at the sun shining through the clouds as she reached her porch. Tears, dried onto her cheeks, still remained as she slowly turned the cold door knob. She quickly ran past her Mother on the couch in the living room and past her sister sitting with her friends at the kitchen table. She ran up the stairs to her room.
“Grace?” Her Mother asked as she ran up the stairs. Grace didn’t stop. She slammed the door and locked it, once she got to her room. She leaned against it and slid down to the floor. She buried her face into her knee’s and began to cry.
To her, this was usual. She realized it was so much easier if she stayed in her room and cried. This way, she could be herself without everyone judging her. She could look in the mirror and not hate what she sees. She didn’t want to cry in front of others. No, that would just make her look weak. That would give satisfaction to her tormentors. She couldn’t do that. They didn’t care how she felt. They didn’t care if she cried. They didn’t care what they were doing to her. Only she could show them but she can’t leave herself that vulnerable.
But others didn’t think. Thats exactly the point. They didn’t see what was behind her fake smile. They didn’t care to look. They only saw the outer and what they wanted to make of her.
Grace pulled herself together. She reluctantly got up and walked to her computer. She wanted to get her mind off things. She clicked onto Splash, a website created by a student in her school. Splash was a website where people use usernames and can post things to there friends. Instead of Facebook or Twitter, people from Ridgeway High use Splash.
She scrolled down her page, looking through other peoples posts. Her heart began to race as she looked at what people had been posting.
“Just go die in a hole!” Said RainyDaySuperStar1212.
“A waste of skin... ALOT OF SKIN! HA!” Said JayJay87.
“Moo! Moo!” Taunted Jasabean43.
“Fasto, why do you show up to school? I mean seriously, you barely fit through the door!” Said MikeyTheManMelonieaneee.
“Gracie can hardly keep up her pacey when she runs away like a baby!” KayMaeKing1234 posted.
“Hey! If I bring the rope will someone else bring the duck tape?” Asked Footballboyee12.
“Footballboyee12 gots a good idea! I will bring the duck tape! Lets get rid of this b***h right now!” HottieMottie#1 added.
“You’re A** is the size of China!” Said CheerGirl54.
She’s seen this all before. The post never change. Its always about how fat and ugly she is. Grace couldn’t look at the screen anymore. Tears shattered like glass as they hit the key board. She couldn’t sit there in silence anymore. She didn’t deserve what people were saying about her.
“Please, just stop. Please.” She begged. She hesitated before she posted it. She hit post and closed her eyes. When she opened them more than fifty people already responded to it.
“Or what? You’ll sit on me?”
“We’ll stop when you stop breathing!”
“You were a mistake!”
“You have the good end of the deal! You don’t have to look at that ugly thing you call a face like we do!”
“Too bad there’s no medicine for being ugly!”
“People with faces like yours don’t deserve to look at a face like mine!”
“Whats the name Grace mean? Giant Ridonkulous A** Ceasing Existence!”
“Haha^^”
She got goosebumps as she read more. Could people really be this mean? She hasn’t said a word to them. They don’t know her. How can they sit there while this fowl things come out of there mouths?
Grace couldn’t read it anymore. She shut her computer off and walked to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her perfect complexion stared back at her. She slapped herself.
“You’re ugly.” She scolded herself. She slapped herself again. “You’re fat.” She slapped herself again. “You’re not worth the air you breath.” She felt broken down and like no one loved her. She felt alone in her big, cold world.
She placed both hands firmly on the sink. Her face, glowing red, stayed perfectly still as she reached into the draw below the sink. Her hand slid across the draw until it felt something cold, hard, and sharp. She gripped it as she pulled it out. She slammed the draw shut as she slowly raise the razor to her face. She gazed at it as it caught the light. Her reflexion looked back at her. She looked down at her arm. She smoothy sliced her arm. She hung her arm at her side and looked at herself in the mirror. She was ashamed. She thought she deserved everything they said.
She breathed heavily as the blood dripped from her fingers. She picked up the blade again and sliced her arm again, and again, and again. She flinched at the pain but soon, her arm went numb. She couldn’t feel anything. She thought she should bleed to death. Maybe thats the death she thought she deserved. She didn’t deserve anything more. She soon came to her senses. She picked up the white towel by the sink and wrapped it around her arm. She kept pressure on it to try to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t. She finally gave up and took out some band aids. She put them on the open cuts and then made her way to her bed. She slowly crawled onto it and then laid down. Her straight blonde hair covered her face as she cried. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. Crying always helped her fall asleep.

She opened one eye as the morning sun shine through the window and across her bed. The warmth tingled her skin. Her wrinkled clothes fell lose on her body. She took off her glasses and wiped the dried tears off. She heard two knocks as her door swung open. There stood her Mother.
“You’re late for school. Your sisters about to leave.” Her Mother told her.
“Okay.” Grace said quietly as she got up and walked to her bathroom. She jumped in the shower. When she got out she threw her beautiful blonde hair in a bun and threw on some clothes.
She sluggishly walked down stairs. She looked at her sister, Allie. She was standing by the door, in her cheerleading uniform, texting.
Allie was her Mother’s favorite. She was tall, skinny and beautiful. She didn’t do school but she did do cheer and boys. Allie was perfect, at least in her Mother’s eyes. Grace knew this but she loved her sister anyway. She knew thats what her Mother wanted her to look and be like, but Grace couldn’t. Thats not her. It would never be her.
“About time.” Allie said as Grace made her way towards her.
“I’m sorry.” Grace murmured.
“Its okay, ready?” Allie asked her.
“Yeah.” Grace mumbled.
As they left the house and began walking, silence grew between them. They never really had anything to talk about. Allie would loved to talk about Cheerleading and her new ‘boyfriend’ for the week and Grace wasn’t into things like that. Instead of figuring out a common topic, they spoke with no words.
Grace knew Allie loved her. She knew that Allie didn’t approve of how her friends treated Grace. Allie didn’t have to tell this to Grace. They had this type of relationship. They didn’t need to say what had to be said.
As they got closer to the school they heard a car come up behind them. The blue Volvo stopped and a boy jumped out of the car. Well, it wasn’t really a boy. It was a man. He had to at least be eighteen, nineteen or even twenty. Grace didn’t know but she knew that Allie wouldn’t listen to her.
“Hey, babe!” He shouted as he jumped out of the car and ran to her. He wrapped his arms around her as they kissed. The wind blew Allie’s bleach blonde hair.
“Tyler!” She greeted him after the kiss. His black straightened hair covered most of his eyes. His tall and slender body looked quite small in his skinny jeans and skater shoes.
With Allie it seemed like she had a new boyfriend every week. Grace didn’t approve of any of them. They were either drop outs or football stars or just plain idiots. Allie is pretty, young, and skinny and the head of the cheerleading team so she can get any and every guy she wants. Grace only worried about their ages compared to hers.
Not many people know Grace is Allie’s older sister. Allie and Grace don’t really talk during school. Allie stays with her friends and Grace stays by her self. She thinks its safer that way.
“Wanna ride?” Tyler asked Allie. She exchanged looks with Grace. Allie wanted to but she didn’t want to leave Grace. Grace nodded to Allie, giving her the okay to go. She jumped into Tyler’s arms as he got into the car. Grace watched as Allie waved goodbye.
This was usual behavior for Allie. She would always ditch Grace. At first, this hurt Grace. She wasn’t excepted in school and that was bad enough, but her sister was embarrassed of her too.
Grace held her books tight as she continued to walk down the empty road. Grace liked being alone. She can be herself when she’s alone, or at least try to. Grace had a gift. She could sing. Not just a simple note or two. She could belt out a song and make heads turn. Her voice sounded as if an angel had touched her. If anyone had heard her, they would get goosebumps. But of course, no one has ever heard her. She was judged on her looks. She