In grade 1 they neve stopped but only got worse until i started to crush on this one guy. Oh he looked so hot. But i then found out that he only liked me as a friend and that broke me. It hurt so much to hear that being said. So that day after school i ran across a busyroad so i could talk to him. I almost got hit by a car but i didnt care. The nexted day i was a layghing stalk because i was the girl who almost got hit by a car for a guy. I now find it very amusing but back then it hurt me to be laughed at and all i wanted to do was throw scissors at all of them but i didnt because that would ruin me for sure.
At then end of the year i ran out of that classroom as fast as i could and i never looked back. I felt hated untrusted wierd mean horrible and murderous. But i just let it slide for now ant ways.
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The death of you
Horrorhave you ever wounderd what it would be like to have someone elses heart in your hands, to see their blood spilt on the floor, to taste the taste of blood. their blood. well i have and this is my story.
