Social Rejection is Not My Favorite Pasttime (open

I played with my favorite hair clip in my hand, hoping for some inspiration for how to do my hair tomorrow. It wasn't like it would get me friends, but I like my hair. I can make it pretty without anyone else caring. I heard some laughs behind me, and some footsteps. I looked. There were four guys, the bullies from my school. They started to walk towards me. I hurried in the other direction. I heard their paces pick up. I tried to run away, but it was no use. These guys were bigger than me, meaner. I couldn't get away. I cried, knowing I was cornered, fearing what they might do to me, planning my escape and knowing it's useless.
"Why can't you guys just leave me alone?" I sobbed, my mouth filling up with saliva cause I was too scared to remember to swallow.
"She's just too easy," one guy, with broad shoulders, said with a malicious smile. I resented it. He walked over to me. I was shaking, staring at him and waiting for his attack. He shoved me to the ground face-first and I heard my glasses break.
"No..." I whispered. I turned over onto my back and looked up to see a guy, shirtless and showing off his six-pack abs, looking down to me. He pulled out a water bottle.
"What are..." I breathed as he pulled off the cap. He smirked as he dumped the water onto my body. Then he dropped the bottle on my soaking head. I flinched as the plastic cracked on my skull.
"Too easy," he taunted. He grabbed the clip I had still been clutching out of my hand and broken it in half. "Bye Dorothy," he said, and threw the pieces at my chest before he swung his foot around, barely missing my face, and led his group away from its victim. I stayed on the ground, waiting for my tears to stop flowing. I finally swolled five minutes worth of spit and opened my eyes again. I was looking at the town like it was underwater. No one cared enough to ask me if I was okay. This town sucks. They all hate me. Every last one. I picked myself back up and fought my tight throat as I stumbled to the nearest bench. This was why I needed friends. It was also why I didn't have any. I stood up and retrieved the pieces of my clip. They had done this before. I could just fix it. I limped behind the buildings and slid through the hole in the fence the Peacekeepers always overlooked. I kept walking straight through the forest, farther and farther. I didn't care if I ran straight into a trap or a hunter. Anything was better than the hell I had back there.