"You didn't try hard enough."
"Am I a joke to you?"
"Why can't you take a joke?"
"I am God's example of perfection!"
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All of these phrases that my Coach had said were running through my mind as my mom drove me home. I felt like crying. I felt so hurt. I needed to just lie down, and cry. Maybe eating will help. Oh wait! I'm fucking fat. So never mind.
You are probably wondering how I got here. Well, I'm in 8th grade, and it starts back in 5th.
Are you ready for a long story? Okay. Cool. I hope you don't get bored.
YOU ARE READING
God's example of "perfection".
RandomI wrote this book to get out all of my venting out. Its about me, but with different characters.
