tuturing the bad boy

memories

Me im a very quiet person. i dont like. To talk to people. My grandma says that its not healthy,that i should socialize more. But people dont notice me. My thoughts are interrupted by the ring of the bell. Grabbing my books and slamming my locker shut i turned and rounded a corner only to get hit in the face with a locker sending me sprawling backwards. " watch what your doing freak." The voice sharp and full of hate. " im sorry i didn't mean to i..i was ...just." i stutter my words faltering as i try to speak. Ty daniels looks down at me not even offering to help me up or help me gather up my books. " you know what you got to stick up for yourself. Dont take none of his crap. Im sick and tired of this." I Pep talk my self into telling him off but when i look up he's smirking at me " ugh i hate people like you" i say and then shove past hm before he can say something. Grabbing my books i walk into class late. As i walk in the teacher automatically hands me a detention. I dont care though. I slide down in my desk and stare out the window. I see cars zooming by and im pulled into a memory. Its dark out and i fell asleep for a couple of minutes watching the trees pass by in a blur. The radio was on and she was singing along. our car ran out of gas. I could tell something was wrong i felt it in my gut. There was so much blood...and. im instanly jarred out of my thoughts by the sound of taping on my desk. I look up see my teacher standing tellin me that class is over and that i have to leave. " scarlet is something bothering you? You can always come to me if you need to talk or anything?" Mrs lind says with a sincere smile plastered on on her face "Huh! no its okay im fine" i state. " oh okay and scarlet...im...truly sorry." "Me too." I mutter as i walk out of the class room.

( so i know its a little boring and short but I'm. Trying my best and i hope you like it.)