Her Story

This is the prologue and first two chapters of a book that I wrote years ago and have been rewriting again and again since. I'm hoping to publish this book eventually so feedback would be lovely ☺ and well, enjoy!

Prologue
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If you think this story is mine then you are wrong. This story isn't mine but I really hope she doesn't mind me telling it.

Chapter 1 - One, Two, Three
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When I was told that we were moving it would be a lie to say that I didn't kick up a fuss. I didn't want to leave school or home. I was happy where I was.
My first day in my new school was horrible. The school was too big, I kept getting lost and no one helped me.
My second day was just as bad but I got a map so it was easier for me to find my lessons.
And on my third day I realised there was a group of girls, five of them, that ruled the school. Or they seemed to. Most people seemed scared of them, seemed to stay out of their way. So I tried to stay out of their way too.

Chapter 2 - Four
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On my fourth day of school I was walking down the corridor at lunch when I noticed that something wasn't right. The group of girls were huddled round something, I didn't know what, but I decided to watch them. It wasn't long before one of them spoke. She had red hair and seemed to sneer at everyone but the other four girls.
"She had nits and her mum had to shave her hair off" Red laughed.
"That's not true, give me my hat back." A voice replied. I couldn't see the girl who spoke but I could hear she was fighting back tears.
"Did you hear something?" Blondie asked then laughed. They really were loving bringing harm to this girl.
The shortest girl stepped forward slightly but Blondie stopped her.
"Don't get too close, you might catch something," Blondie sneered then she laughed loudly, dropped something, and just like that they walked away laughing. Not one of them looked back.
Once they turned the corner I looked back at the girl they had just been teasing. She had tears in her bright blue eyes. I wished I wasn't an observer and I had intervened. I should have stood up for the girl. She picked her multicoloured chullo hat and put it back on her head then walked away quickly.

That night when I was at dinner I started thinking about the bald pale girl again. I was angry at myself for not sticking up for her. I couldn't help but think about her and blame myself for not helping. I should have ...