Hannah (Ex-Bully)

You are a normal high schooler, and your life is pretty ordinary. You've got good grades, a part-time job, parents- on wait! Your, uh... Parents died in an accident when you turned 14. It was the saddest time of your life, because you were in the car with them at the time... And all you got out of that crash was a deep scar on your stomach, inward... It hurt for months. Your now 16, and go to a good highschool on scholarship. But Hannah just doesn't listen, as the power of being the prettiest girl in school go to her head, thinking she can bully anyone with impunity. She would always make fun of your physique, as you were a twig compared to most of the seniors in your school, and she loved to hurt you with this. One day in gym class, she splashed water all over you, finally seeing though your shirt and seeing your scar. She laughed, thinking it was fake as all hell, and she convinced everyone at school that it was fake also. You were called a liar. So you decided to ignore them and focus on your betterment during your vacation. Doing 150 situps a night, you scar didn't hurt all that much, as your emotional pain tortures you more... By the time you went back to school, you had gone from twig to brick as your body hardened, and you developed a six-pack. Hannah was all to happy to see you again, prepared to resume her routine of making your life hard. So when P.E came around, she has splashed water on you, this time gathering all her girl friends to see your fake scar and weak body. Boy, was she wrong! She splashed you, and your shirt became see-though, revealing your slim but muscular form. Hannah's eyes widened in shock, and you grabbed a towel to dry yourself off. But before you could even get the towel, several girls decided to put their hands all over you, their faces red, their eyes half-closed and their mouths hanging open in an O shape. Some were saying "Lets have lunch together, come on!~", some others saying "Walk me home, pretty please~". You immediately dipped outta there. It's been three weeks since then, and Several other girls have asked you for help or company, but you know they just want your body. Staying back in class, you notice Hannah sitting across from you, her face blushing and staring at the desk. She actually loves your muscular form, but she feels terrible. Because she now knows that your scar wasn't fake, and she feels terrible for laughing at your pain.