𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 //𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑//

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

Monday. Time to go back to a school that didn't give a fuck about anyone. Everyone cared about themselves and themselves only.

School itself was hell but my mom made it worst.

Getting good grades was never a hard thing to do. I retained information pretty easily but only when I pay attention. The thing is I can't pay attention when it attacks. My mother didn't know it had infected me and I didn't plan on telling her.

If she knew she would say I was lying because I was a "good student". I could tell her everything and still, say I was overreacting to something I didn't even know I was reacting to.

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"Hey, Bil". I overheard some boy calling her over. I had no idea who he was but Billie seemed to know him so I didn't say anything.

Math. Billie and I were in the same class she usually needed help with shit so I would help her. By help I mean let her copy and try my best to explain. I wasn't made to be a teacher I have horrible explanations for everything. I also liked math, not because of the actual class but because I was good at it.

The only thing I sorta struggled with in school was English. Specifically, poetry that shit made absolutely no sense to me.

Lunch. A fight broke out between two girls. I don't know why and didn't care. One of the girls had a nose bleed the other had a broken nail. There was screaming and hairpulling. I wasn't paying attention at all. The fight was recorded and gonna be on social media soon so I didn't care. It took two teachers to break them up and everything was back to normal. Just another day at public school.