Sometimes when I start to think or daydream, I ask myself how can someone be so cold-hearted? How an they look at someone they've hurt terribly and still feel no guilt. How can they walk around with a smile on their face knowing they've completely ruined someone's life. I haven't told anyone and I was planning not to and I hope it'll slip by everyone who wonders about me.

I'm Pregnant, and I'm 16.

I start to feel my food coming up from breakfast so I jump up from the couch and run to the bathroom as fast as my legs could take me, I run inside and lean over the toilet. I hear Mum rush into the bathroom and stand behind me, quietly.

"Mum!" I yelled "I'm sick of this" I begin to sob quietly in front of the toilet, shaking with fear as well.

"It's okay baby its okay" She pats my back, her support immediately lowering my panic and sorrow

My name is Melanie Back and I'm 16 and pregnant, I get bullied a lot by this guy and believe it or not my baby is my Bullies baby which crushes me. But is it weird I secretly don't absolutely hate him? My dream has always been wanting to be a singer and actor, mostly singer I dream of standing on a stage with music that everyone loves. I dream of making so many people happy and smiling. I dream of writing songs that could change a life, that could make people feel.

But I know that will never happen because my life is a disaster and a complete mess. All the odds are against me. Im pregnant with a baby, it's not a burden but I know I will be judged for the rest of my life. No one seems to like me, I'm just an ordinary girl who people like to make fun of. I'm an easy target.

I have school tomorrow, the thought of school always just makes me wanna puke my guts out even more. I'm 2 Months pregnant and I can already feel a slight bump. Although it's not hard to hide, the fear of when my belly will grow consumes me.

As I walk into school, I feel the eyes of everyone in the hallways. I put my head down and keep walking faster but still manage to get noticed.

"Look at poor pregnant mommy. Wheres the daddy?" I heard my ignorant bully say. I just stand there and look him straight into his deep dark brown eyes, and for a second I see a flash of fear. Like a switch has been flicked. Like he knows. I felt like telling him he's the one that put me in this situation but I can't because I don't want him to find out, I never want him to find out. Who knows what he'll do?

I went to my locker to get my books for class today; English, Math, Bio, Art, Legal and Ancient History. After I grabbed all my books I dropped them straight away because I find myself running to the bathroom. I felt someone hold back my hair while I was at it. It was Gracie, she was my only friend who has stuck with me and I'm so glad that it was her who stood by me through everything. Gracie has always been there for me, lifting my chin up when it's hanging low and encouraging me with all her support.

I ran back to my locker to find my bully there waiting for me. This wont turn out well, I just know it.

"What do you want!" I yell with guts, even though I know I'll leave with much less confidence than now.

"Oh.. nothing" He says with a smirk plastered like concrete on his smug face.

His name is Zayn Malik. He bullies me continuously everyday, he never stops and I don't know why. I know he'll never regret it. I just can't wait when I leave school and wont ever see him again, I'll be away from all of this. But that is still two years away.

"Go away!" I yell

"Aw is miss preggo mad?" He says with a smirk

The bell suddenly goes and I turn around and walk away before he can say anything else to make me feel even worse. I run to my classroom and get there early, I walk in and sit down at the back as usual, away from everyone else in the class.

My English teacher walks into the classroom, Mr. Pike. He absolutely hates me, just like everyone else I know but he does pretty much hate the whole generation. He always go on about 'back in his day,' and how much this generation is so spoilt and dumb.

"Hello Class...." He goes off but I stop listening almost immediately.

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The bell goes for next period, and I get up from my seat and slowly trudge out the door and to my second class.