//Dead Flowers// Ashton Irwin

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My name is Ella 

I'm in my last year of this wonderful fuck fest called School

I have no friends but I guess things could change later on, I don't really mind, its always been this way, its hard to make friends and people are just plain old mean, if you aren't wearing a certain brand or have the shoes everyone is wearing they automatically judge you, and when I mean you I mean me.

"Shit! ELLA! I can't be late On the first day of school, I have to make a good impression to my professor, hurry the fuck up!"

"Sorry, coming!" That's my brother Sam, he's in college. He only drives me to school cause our mom made him, its my last year and my mom didn't want me riding the bus. It's your last year honey, I want you to feel confident. Honestly I could care less how I get to school, I'm still going to the same place. Hell. I quickly grabbed a banana and got into the car Sam was already waiting for me in.

"Sorry Sam, I was just thi-"

"Thinking, yea you do that a lot." he said as he took the back routes to the school so we could get there faster. He was right, I do think a lot, but i didnt think it was a bad thing..... I just zone out a bit.....That's all.

"Listen, I know you are nervous and all for the first day of school and stuff and crap, but just look at it my way,180 days till the last day of school not including weekends!"

"Yay! " I said sarcastically, One-hundred and eighty days......That sounds long and painful, but Sam had it different he freaking was popular, played on the football team, people didn't even know we were related, if anything, he missed high school the way he was talking about it like it was a fluffy dream in heaven where everyone is nice and shares cookies.

Bullshit

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I stood there staring at the brick building with the swiveling glass door, was I really going to do this, I really had no choice, why was even rethinking this but at the same time I could easily just walk away and go down the street and get a donut and coffee and just read, but at the same time people out there might be 5 times worst than those of the school system, California is annoying.

Just as I was about to walk up the steps, someone bumped into me spilling all of what they were drinking on me, " Watch where you are going, Freak" With her boy friend following behind.

Delilah 

Delilah smith

We used to be best friends, that is until high school, and when people say your friends change when you get into high school they were not lying. 

We did everything together, we were inseparable, we shared everything, and told each other everything, but she was pretty and I, I was not, she became popular instantly, leaving me behind to be picked on and bullied.

She became a person that I knew she wasn't, wanting to be liked can change a person and make them do things they know is wrong. Somewhere inside me still knows that there is at least one ounce of kindness in her, but then she goes around and does things like this.

{Why is she still standing there}

{Is she stupid or something}

{That's Ella, she's weird, she's always stuck in her little world}

I came back to life, I zone out a lot, and now I'm starting to think its a problem. I ran up the stairs swang the door open, and ran to the bathroom to see how jacked up my shirt had been. I was wearing a plain white shirt, and black jeans with black vans. Honestly I never really where white. I guess this was the universe telling me to stick with dark colors. My shirt had, to what looked to be coffee, a big spot was dripping down my stomach.