Camille ^^^^
I get to chemistry 1 minute until the bell rings. It was close, but I made it. I sat by my best friend, Camille. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, she was gorgeous. She was with some other popular people in the back of the room. I'm trying to focus on what the teacher is saying but all i can think about is the conversation Cade and I had just minutes before. I feel bad that i didn't talk to him, but it happened so quick. 4 months ago, i tried to kill myself because my dad had left. I had only cut my wrists then tried to jump of my roof. But the police showed up and i was sent to the Hospital. No one knew about that accident except Cade. It didn't stop there. There was still that urge to draw in the color of sliver, then turn to the bright crimson red. My mom tried to help but i denied it. My brother Mason was with my Grandma, so he knows nothing. "Mia!" I wake up from my daydream, with the teacher in my face. "If you want to pass my class Ms.Mia, you need to pay attention!". She turned around and I rolled my eyes. "Such a drag," whispered Camille. I giggle and shut up quickly after when the teacher snared in my direction. I looked down at my book and started to doodle.
The bell had rung for lunch. I was talking to Camille about a party her older brother was hosting.
"Mia, you have to come! My parents will be away so no rules!"
"Cam, it sounds great! But what should I where? How should I do my hair?"
The typical questions a popular person would ask right? She was talking, but i really wasn't paying attention. I walked into the lunch room, and finding the table in the middle of the room was my group. All the jocks, cheerleaders and the popular couples. I go to sit by Cade and Camille sits on the other side.
"Hey babe," Cade whispers in my ear.
I smile, "Hey sexy"
After our "hellos", I start to do what i usually pretended to do. I laughed, gossiped, talked about the latest drama. That sort of thing that usually popular people do. I pretended a lot, it was like my specialty. And looking around at all these people who were my "friends", then looking all around in the lunchroom , at that moment I had never felt so alone. I then realized, i was pretending a lot.
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Pretending
Roman pour AdolescentsI hate the feeling where everyone thinks your alright just because you put a smile on your face. But what about behind closed doors? Mia Violet. A typical 15 year old but has a different story then the rest of the girls in New York City. She is depr...
