McKenzie8463

Nevercutyourbeautiful's Challenge
Okay, so I don't necessarily have a normal bully per se, and I only very recently started seeing him as a bully, because he's my brother. Up until the beginning of this year, I thought my brother was just in a phase he would grow out of. He would push me, and pretend he bumped into me on accident. He would make these snide little comments that might not be considered as such, had he not said them the way he did, and vice versa. You could always tell he was implying something bad about me. Even though he's my little brother, he tried to make me do stuff like I was his slave, and when I wouldn't do something, he would make me feel bad. He would criticize my choices of clothing, my morals, my favorite bands. If one of the bands I talked about was atheist, he would try to make me feel bad about listening to them. We got into a few physical altercations over the years, but none so bad as the ones this year. The most recent one was, in my opinion, the worst. He was borrowing my phone so he could talk to our grandma, but the line cut off, and he wouldn't give me my phone back. After a few times of asking him nicely, I got up and tried to get the phone out from behind him. He pushed me away, so I pulled him off of the couch and got my phone, throwing it onto the chair. He pushed me again, so we got into a huge fight. I shoved his face into the floor and when I let go, he was gasping and I thought that I had seriously hurt him, and I was apologizing like my life depended on it. He got up, obviously fine, and started yelling at me to go to my room. I told him not to tell me what to do, and he said that he could do whatever he wanted and called me fat, even though he knew that I had been trying hard to lose weight. I punched him, and he fell down. I started apologizing again, still scared that I had hurt him. I finally went back to my room, after realizing that he was okay and seriously angry. From my room, I heard him say that I was gonna go to Hell. That was when I started crying. I spent the next hour and a half crying my eyes out. I called my dad to ask him if I could call my mom to have her come and pick me up and take me back to her house, even though I was supposed to be at my dad's that night. He said no, because we were there with my dad's girlfriend's two kids, one ten and the other eight, both considerably younger, and he didn't want to leave the three of them alone. He came home about an hour later, and after sharing both sides of the stories, BOTH of us ended up getting grounded. I don't see his logic in this, but both of our groundings were lifted. That was about a month ago, and it's gotten a little better since then, but I can see Logan going back to the way he was. I knew it wouldn't last long, because it never does.

Witty Academy- Introduction
As soon as you entered the Witty Academy campus, the first thing you would hear were the squeals of the girls who were returning and were just meeting up with their friends that they hadn't seen over the summer. The loudest screams were probably coming from one particular room where four girls named Kylah, Hannah, McKenzie, and Rose lived. They were juniors, and the previous year, they had won the category for 'The Best Friends In School' for the yearbook things. They had been together since freshman year.
Witty Academy was very much loved by the girls who went there for several reasons. The school was just outside of New York City, so they took trips into Manhatten every Saturday. Another, was the zero-tolerance bullying policy. Only one person had ever been expelled from Witty because of bullying, so it made Witty a safe place. Every girl was seen as beautiful and amazing at Witty. Nobody was ever judged. It was every girl's dream. The food was amazing. They had a professional chef who cooked all the food. Rumor has it, he used to cook at the White House. The classes were pretty easy by any standards. And, all of this was made possible by their headmaster, Steve, who was very much loved by all of the Witty girls.
They always came a week before school started to get settled in, and redecorate their rooms. The rooms were pretty amazing too. Four girls each, they had total freedom over how they did their rooms. They came with four beds each and had soundproof walls. Nobody knew why they were built soundproof, but they liked it anyways because they could play their music as loud as they wanted without anybody complaining.
The first day back, they always had a Welcome Back Banquet in which the chef cooked a whole lot of amazing food, and Steve explained the rules to the new freshman and anybody else who hadn't been there the year before. As everybody was sitting down at different tables, Steve got up at the front of the dining hall and stood at a podium up there.
"Hello, girls, and welcome back to another good year at Witty Academy. I trust you all had good summers. Now, before you all eat, I would like to share the rules with our new students. Rule number one: We have a zero-bullying policy. First offense, detention for a week. Second offense, one week detention, plus three trips to Manhatten will be taken away. Third offense, suspension, no Manhatten. Fourth offense, expulsion." You could tell the new kids were worried here. "We've only had one girl to ever be expelled from Witty because she was bullying, and I would like to keep it like that. The four girls that she was bullying are now happy juniors, so that's good. Next, we go to Manhatten every Saturday as a reward for working so hard during the week. The vans that take you there leave in the morning at nine, and they leave Manatten at nine, so normally if there's not a lot of traffic, you'll get back at nine-thirty. We also have a day every Friday where you girls will come to classes in your most comfortable clothes. It's kinda hard to explain the day, but most girls come in in sweatpants and hoodies. I'm sure you girls will learn quickly, so please enjoy your meal!" Steve stepped off the podium, gathering applause from the girls.
"I wish Mr. Steve would stop mentioning us every year." Kylah said to her three best friends. They all agreed with her, but were soon distracted by the food that was being brought out.
A/N: Hey, thanks for reading! Thank you to everybody who wanted to be in it, that really helped. And, thanks to LiveLifeLoud, because she helped my with some ideas for this story. Please comment and favorite!

Witty Academy
Okay, so I'm going to be writing a story about Witty Academy. Here's some stuff about it. It's going to be in New York City, or somewhere outside of it, and the actual school building is going to be separate from living quarters. Leave a comment or favorite or whatever, and tell me what you think Witty Academy would be like. Leave a character if you wanna be in the story. Thanks!

One-shot for Melissa
"Louis!" "Melissa!" You were best friends with Louis Tomlinson of One Direction. He had been on tour for six months, and you were meeting him at the airport.
He dropped his suitcase on Harry's foot, and ran toward you. You ran toward him as well. You obviously miscalculated how fast you two were going because you hit each other head on, and fell on the ground, laughing and groaning at the same time. You both sat up and you pushed him playfully, laughing all the while. He stood up, helping you to your feet. He pulled you in for a hug, resting his head on top of your's.
"I missed you so much, Mel." He said, sniffling.
"I missed you, too, Lou. That rhymes." You said, sniffling and laughing as well. He pulled back, took you by the shoulders, and looked at you.
"I have something to tell you. Being away on tour for so long made me realize something... I love you, and I wanna be with you. What do you say?" He asked.
"Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!" You exclaimed.
Regardless of the paparazzi, Louis kissed you full on the mouth.

One-shot for Anna
You and your boyfriend Niall were sitting at home on your back porch, just enjoying the day. It was pretty cloudy and you two were pretty sure that it was going to rain later, but you were just enjoying it. You felt a few drops on your skin, and looked up into the sky. Niall was watching you curiously before he felt them too. It started raining cats and dogs after about five minutes, so you guys went inside. He immediately went to the fridge and got out some leftover Nando's.
"Do you ever get full?" You inquired, chuckling.
"No, no I don't." He replied. You shook your head and went to the living room, and turned on the TV.
It started thundering, and the power went out.
"Anna, you okay, princess?" Niall asked, the concern evident in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Do we have any flashlights or candles?" You asked.
"Yeah, I'll go and get them." You waited for a while before Niall came back into the living room.
You couldn't see very well, but he was obviously carrying more than just candles and flashlights. He dropped everything on the floor, and then picked up the candles and flashlights. He started to strategically place them around the living room. He lit the candles and turned on the flashlights. You could now see that the things he had carried were pillows and blankets.
"Why did you bring these?" You asked, picking them up.
"I thought we could make a fort." He stated, taking some of them from you.
You agreed and got to work on the fort. After about ten minutes, you had a decent sized fort, big enough for the two of you. You guys climbed inside and spent the rest of the night cuddling in you fort.

One-shot for Stephanie
You woke up, and sighed. Liam had already left for the tour the previous night. You two had said goodbye at home, because you didn't want to say goodbye at the airport. You were sad, because you had fallen asleep before he left. You turned over on your side where he normally slept, and was confused when you saw a note. You picked it up, and read it. 'Go to the kitchen. There's  a surprise there. Love, Liam'
You went to the kitchen, and saw a puppy in a little bed with food and water in bowls beside it. It was a small Yorkie puppy with a bow on his head. You picked him up and he licked your face. You laughed and saw another sticky note on his collar. You plucked it off, and read it. 'His name is Biscuit, after that kid's book you like. Now, go to the bathroom. Liam'
You carried Biscuit into the bathroom and saw a message written on the mirror in eyeliner.
'I love you, darling. Now, go to the bedroom, and look in the top drawer of the nightstand. Liam'
You went into the bedroom and did as the message said. There was another sticky note.
'Look in the closet. Liam'
You went into the closet and in there was a packed suitcase. On top of the suitcase was a ticket with another note. You picked them both up.
'You're coming on tour with me. Now, look behind you.'
You turned around and Liam was standing there with a rose.
"You're the best." You said, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulled something from behind his back. A rose.
"I love you, darling." He stated, kissing you on the tip of your nose.
"I love you, too."

One-shot for Pia
You walked onto the stage where you would be playing a song on the piano that you wrote yourself and was very proud of. You had been performing for a very long time and by this time, the crowd of about a hundred and fifty people didn't bother you. You sat down on the piano's bench, and started playing. It just flowed naturally, with such a comforting feeling. It was beautiful.
When you finished, you got a standing ovation. You turned around and took a bow. You noticed one particular guy with blonde hair who was standing in the back. He was smiling at you, and clapping a little bit harder than everybody else. You smiled and waved, then walked backstage, ready to celebrate a successful show, but when you were halfway to the dressing room given to you for the night, when somebody stopped you.
It was the guy from the back. He had blue eyes and an amazing smile.
"Hi, my name is Niall. That was an amazing show that you put on right there." He said with an Irish accent, which just added to his charm.
"Thanks, I worked hard on it. My name is Pia." He stuck his hand out, so you shook it.
"Listen, I need to go in a few minutes, but why don't you call me sometime?" He asked, holding out a folded piece of paper. You took it.
"Sure. See you sometime soon." You said, started to head back to your dressing room.
"See ya."
 

One-shot for Prena
"Come on, Harry, we're gonna miss the beginning of the show!" You shouted, pulling your boyfriend along to the beach. It was the Fourth of July and you were taking Harry to the beach to watch some fireworks.
"Prena! I'm British! We don't celebrate the Fourth of July. That's when America made a fool out of us!" He whined, but you could tell that he wasn't really serious.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" He finally just relented, and followed you.
As soon as you got your beach blanket thing set up, the fireworks started.
"See, is this not really freaking awesome?!" You exclaimed, watching all of the colors in awe, wondering why they didn't sell fireworks like these.
"Well, let's just say, that I don't mind getting made a fool of if I could see this." He said, also in awe.
You guys watched the fireworks for about half an hour before Harry started checking his watch every few minutes. At first you didn't notice, but as time progressed, he started checking more and more frequently. Eventually, it just started to bug you.
"Okay, what are you doing?" You asked, rather annoyed. He just looked at you, checked his watch one more time, and smiled.
He put his arm around you, and looked up at the sky. "Okay, watch closely." He said, as another firework was shot.
The first firework said I. The second one was a heart. And, the third one said U. I <3 U.
You looked over at Harry, who was staring at you expectantly. You kissed him softly.
"I love you, too."

One-shot for Nicole
You were in the parking lot of Wal-Mart, in your car, backing up, when you felt something hit you. You turned around to see what was going on and you saw a young guy of about seventeen or eighteen getting out of his car to survey the damage that his car had caused. You got out as well, and walked up to him.
"So, you just hit my car?" You inquired, looking at the collision. It obviously wasn't too bad, but it was gonna cost you a couple hundred dollars to repair.
"Um, I'm really, really sorry, I didn't mean to, I swear." He apologized.
"It's okay, it was an accident." You sympathized. This had actually happened to you once. The guy wasn't so understanding.
"Um, let me make it up to you. Let me take you out for dinner. I'll pay for the repairs, too." He suggested. You thought about it for a minute. Guys were already arriving to tow your car, and you didn't really feel like cooking. Plus, he was cute.
"Sure. What's your name?" You asked.
"Harry. How about you?" He answered.
"Nicole." You both got in his car to back up so the people could tow your car. He then took you out to dinner at Nando's. Wonderful outcome to a fairly awful day.
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One-shot for Yana
You woke up with a smile on your face. You turned over on your side to see your boyfriend, Harry, laying beside you like every morning, but this morning, he wasn't there. In his place, there was a rose with a note that said simply to follow the roses. You followed them through the house, and eventually, they led out the front door. Not wanting to go out in your pajamas, you went and got dressed, and did your hair, and resumed following them.
You followed them all throughout town. More times than not, people stopped you to give you a rose. They ended up circling back to your house, and by the time you got back, you looked like a walking rose bush. You walked inside, and immediately dropped the flowers on the hall table, several falling off. Once you dropped them, you were hit with the smell of pancakes. You went into the kitchen and saw Harry making breakfast. He turned around, saw you, and walked over, putting his arms around you.
"Good morning, darling. How are you?" He asked, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
"I'm good. Now, what's all this?" You asked, confused.
"Well, this has been a long time coming." He knelt down on one knee, causing you to gasp. He pulled out a little velvet box. "Listen, Yana. I love you so much, and you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. So, what are you doing for the rest of your life?" He asked with a big smile.
You replied with tears in your eyes, "Being with you!" You fell down to your knees and hugged Harry. You two pulled back, and he took the ring out of the box and put it on your finger.

He kissed you, and didn't stop, even when the stove started beeping. The food burned, so you ended up going out to eat.

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