Starting Over

Ch.1 // The Rush

As I wake up, I feel a cold rush of misery go right through my body. Then suddenly I remember that I have school. People may think 'ugh school' that means homework. But not for me. School means people, socializing, and making conversations with people. Those are the 2 things that I'm not very good at doing. I can't even raise my hand in class for fear that someone will make fun of me. I only have 2 friends, my mom and my sister. I have no real friends. It's kind of funny really. When people are eating at lunch, I'm reading or finishing homework. Everyday I get bullied. If I wear the wrong T-shirt, someone kicks me, or even if I'm wearing leggings and not skinny jeans I get yelled at. I'm not perfect, but no one is. I have a feeling that everyone is just like me, and just trying to fit in and be apart of this crazy world. -just a girl