Avery's POV
Even though I try to hold them back the tears stream down my face. I walk to my seat hearing all the whispers the popular kids pass around. I hate this life. Why not end it? I don't have anything to live for. Lots of people say that everything gets better. It's been years, why hasn't it gotten better? Can't I jus- my thoughts are cut off as I get hit in the head with a crumpled up piece of paper. Picking it up I keep my head down hearing obnoxious laughter. It read " go kill yourself freak! nobody likes you! your dad doesn't even care about you! " I didn't even know I was crying until I felt my tears hit my hand and the note. My thoughts were consumed by one thing. Don't worry I will.
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due to StylesMaid being a butt at lunch today - it's short but I'm really tired and have a lot of stuff going on
