Sometimes I wonder if the dead is just some sort of fantasy. Or even a myth. what if life is just one big lie. Now, bullying is a mean thing. some people don't know that. Trust the people who do get bullied like myself. This story just got pass the line.
"I hate school" I say, talking to myself like always. Throwing clothes on that has been dirty for weeks. Hearing my mom scream and for no reason is retarted because all she does is drinks beer. While I drink water from facet. "Jane I'm leaving" I was referring to my so called mom. The wind rushing through the front doors as I was just standing there. Keeping my ears open for her to so 'good bye' or at least 'bye'. It was so quiet I could hear a pen drop. My father and I was really close. But now that he is six feet under, everything has gotten dark.
Walking through the school doors when many faces looks at me like I'm some creature. Yes I'm a mammal that's besides the point. Ugh, I hate my locker. Everyday day there's more and different notes on my locker, trust me there not good. "Well well, look the rat came out of the hole" says a size zero skinny bitch. Then her back up buds laughing like it was really hilarious. As they were waiting for me to say words there was none. For one minute when it felt like a life time. Sadly I call this my everyday.
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Teen FictionA 16 year old girl named Jessie has a different life style. She's not like every other girl. Only with her and her mother who are never getting along. Jessie is surprised how everything turns out at the end.
