Hard Love by Mis Understood (small books to read .txt) 📕

Everyone pronounces my name incorrectly and I understand. My name is not common at all. There's a story behind it. My father's name is Jasper and My Mom's name is Ellie. My mom wanted a unique name, she ended up combining her name with dad's name together. 'Jaz' from him and 'elly' from her and came up with Jazielly.

 "Oh, I'm sorry! Jazielly, got it. I think everyone knows your name here, the girls are so jealous of you and they boys want you. Like want want you. Know what I mean?" She said dipping her head, emphasizing 'want'.

I nodded.

Inside a burning sensation spread all over me. I know I should be happy with all that I've accomplished, but I was so angry. Did they know who I really am? Did they know I was the girl the popular group ridiculed because of the littlest things? Because of my messy hair and lack of style? They insulted me every day, filled my head with unwanted profanities. They turned the quiet, innocent girl, into one filled wih rage. It's their fault I'm like this!!!

"Jazielly, are you okay?" Lenna asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I shook my head and said, "oh yeah, just dandy."

She gave me a confused look, then asked, "Where you from?"

"Here," I replied curtly.

'I should probably get more friends, not really used to having conversations.'

We sat in silence, while I finished my vanilla milkshake and she finished her brocoli.

"What class do have have next?" Lenna broke the awkward silence.

"Honors English IV, you?"

Her eye lit up.

"Same Class."

I grinned, showing her all my teeth.

'I think she's happy because we have the same class.'

We got up together to throw away our trash in the garbage.

 Walking toward the door, the first bell rang indicating there was five minutes left to get to class.

"From what I've heard, you have been here before, correct?"

"Yup, I left this month of last year now I'm back."

It feels weird to be walking in the hallway with a friend. I haven't had a friend since the seventh grade. I had a very good friend. She was like my sister. Then little by little she started drifting away from me and hanging out with her new frends. Then one day, She stopped talking to me completely. Well, not completely but she just stopped being my friend.

We made our way to Ms. Silva's class as soon as the late bell rung.

"Another new student here, eh?" A tall women in her early thirties said, who I assume is Ms. Silva. She had pitch-black hair and dark brown eyes. She was pretty.

"Yeah, her name is Jazielly." Lenna told her.

"What a beautiful name. Well, I'm Ms. Silva and you may sit next to Lenna. She can help you out on what we're learning."

The desks were in groups of four. I followed Lenna to her desk. She sat down in her seat and I glanced at the people in her group.

'Great, he's following me everwhere. Why!?!?!'

David and Clarice were the people in her group, and I had to sit facing he boy with jet-black hair and jade eyes. While Clarice had her eyes glued to my face, David was staring at the wall behind me.

I chuckled.

"What's funny?" Lenna questioned.

"Oh nothing, I'm just fascinated that Clarice has nothing to say to me."

Clarice gasped, most likely surprised by how blunt I was.

"What? Cat catch your tongue?"

She stared at me and David, finally, turned his attention to me. Clarice stood frozen like a deer caught in head lights. She probably thought if she stood very still she'd turn invisible.

"You know them?" Lenna jerked her head in their direction.

"Oh yes! We go way back." I nodded at Lenna, then turned to face them. "Right guys?"

David's adam's apple slowly went up and then down.

'Fina-fricking-lly a reaction from him!'

Clarice shook her head nd David nodded at the same time.

'Smart boy.'

"We don't Clarice?" I acted surprised.

"Nope.. Not that I remember," she said hesitantly.

"Would you like me to elaborate it for you?"

"Go right ahead," she shrugged.

'Wrong move!'

"Okay February tenth of two-thousand-ten. It was sixth period and we had gym. You remember that girl you tormented?"

Her face saddened and her eyes became full of remorse.

'Impossible, she can't feel sorry; she is heartless.'

"Remember she used to have a machine to help her breathe because she has 'Respiratory Arrest'?"

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Flashback

They came while I was breathing in the oxygen of my machine. Clarice came in front of me and said, "Aww poor baby, she can't breathe." Then, she turned around and hollered, "Hey Mels, look at what we have here."

Melanie and Samantha showed up. Whatever they were going to do to me, they were ready. I could tell because of the position Melanie was standing. Her arms were across her chest. She had a smirk on her lips and her hip was cocked to the side. And plus, the little twinkle in her ice-blue eyes, gave everything away.. she already had a plan in her evil little head. Then, she gave the girls  the signal. She nodded her head to the girls, which meant 'get on with it'.

My heart was beating so rapidly, I thought it was going to explode. The machine suddenly wasn't giving me enough oxygen because of how fast I was breathing. I was so terrified. I wanted to hide in a little corner and never come out! My eyes and nose stung, I didn't want to cry but still, tears came out of my eyes and they haven't even started.

"Look, the baby's crying," Samantha pointed out.

"Aww poor thing." Melanie cooed. She walked up to me, snatched the machine away from my hands and gave it to Clarice. Melanie snapped her fingers at her. That was another signal.  But a signal to what? I was going to find out any second now!

THUMP!

I looked at the floor and there was my machine, broken. My inhaler was at the nurses office. Mr. Link wasn't going to let me go, he hated my guts! I can't play, I wouldn't be able to breathe.

"OOPS!" Clarice shrugged, like she did nothing.

"My bad."

With that they walked away, and I pulled my Knees against my chest. Sobbing and gasping for air at the same time. And under these conditions I still played.

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End of Flashback

Clarice's eyes were glossy, she clearly had the urge to cry.

"Wanna know how it felt? When she played basketball because coach made her play? You know when you hold your breath under water? You reach your limit and you rise up and inhale that fresh air through you lungs. It feels like the first breath you took in years but in reality it has been a couple seconds. Well, imagine struggling to at least get a little bit of fresh air. Imagine not getting it at all. Playing basketball and coughing and gasping at the same time. It's not easy. And that's exactly how she felt. Do you remember now Clarice?" I asked her.

Tears wiggled out of her eyes but she said nothing.

"Of course you do," I muttered.

Ms. Silva gave us a reading assignment and currently was on her phone. She was probably playing game. Lenna sat there surprised at what I just said. David was leaned back in his chair, with his arms crossed making his muscles look so conspicuous. His jaw clenched, then unclenched a couple times.

"You okay Dave?" He looked at me with his intense green eyes, "is it okay if I call you 'Dave'?"

"Sure," he nodded.

"Sure that you're okay or that I can call you 'Dave'?" I added trying to get some type of reaction from him.

"You can call me Dave, as long as I get to call you 'Jaz'."

"Not a problem, Dave."

"Okay, Jaz."

Is it just me, or is this guy crazy good at hiding his emotions?

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- Chapter Three: Confrontations -

"See I'm real. I do it all, it's all me. I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy. I won't stay put, give me the chance to be free. Suffolk sadly seems to suffocate me." -Ed Sheeran

The bell rang, I left mathematics to go Physical Educations on the first floor. I wasn't ready to go to the girl's locker room, but you gotta do what you gotta do, then you move on. I saw Mr. Link, his beer belly augmented, if possible, since the last time I've seen him. His once pitch black hair, turned into salt and pepper. I couldn't believe how old he has gotten in one year. All I could think of is he just need to retire because let's be honest... He's fat! Okay, that was a little rude, but he deserves it. Plus, you have to admit, He's not even fit. I'm pretty sure a women that is nine months pregnant looks emaciated compared to him. That was over the top, oh well! That's what he gets for treating me worse than a dog all these years. Mr. Link noticed me and started walking towards me.

"Are you new, Miss?" His eyes roamed all over my body and I did not like it.

"Technically, yes." I replied. He raised one black and white bushy eyebrow. He reminds me of Bob Hurley but ten times bigger. 

"I'm sure you remember me," I continued, resting my palm against my hip, "I am Jazielly Moore."

 I raised my chin up and gave him a fake smile, waiting for his response.

"J-Jazielly?" He asked, more to himself than me. He was suddenly looking pale and very nervous.

"Yes sir, now if you'll excuse me I have to get ready for gym."

I walked right passed him without waiting for his response. 

Gym. I hated gym with a burning passion last year. The girls used to corner me and make my life impossible. I hated that all the girls would never missed the chance to pick on me. I remember going to the office, begging them to exchange my class but they didn't care. No one cared because Melanie was my bully and school without Melanie, would be nothing, nil, rien, nada. The school wouldn't exist because without her. All the money comes from Melanies' parents. I loathed how even though I had breathing problems, Mr. Link still made run the seven laps every gym class. No matter how ragged my breaths were I still had to run. Mr. Link wasn't suppose let me run, but he didn't care. No one in this school cares, they're all indifferent about bullying. 

I looked at my scheduel to check the number to my locker. Once I found it, I took my heels and dress off and put on my Champ sweats, my Nike Roshe Run and a fitted black t-shirt. I took off all of my jewlery and put them away in my bagpack, along with my folded dress and heels. I took my inhaler out of my