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I gulp, as I make my way towards the closet, taking out my uniform. I can't believe what I did last night. Confessing my problems to someone?? What if she calls cps and my mom hates me forever?? "I wish I never did that." I mumble. Thoughts racing my mind. I still have an hour before school starts. I glance towards my backpack. I guess doing ONE assignment wouldn't change anything. I take emu's papers out and begin to copy them.

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Legs shaking, I make my way downstairs, phone and backpack in hand. I look at our trashed living room. I make my way towards the door, put my shoes on, and burst out that door. I start running like there's no tomorrow. Not even looking back. I'm gonna miss the bus at this rate! I speed up, until I bump into a certain someone at full speed. "H-Hey watch it! I could've hurt you!!- Oh. Emu." "Are you okay? I came by your house to reassure my worries. I'm so glad you're still in one piece." "Yeah.." I rub my arm nervously. I reached out for her when she declined. She grabs my hand and we start running towards the bus. "WE DID IT!" She exclaimed her arms in joy as the bus stopped near us. "Since when do you ride the bus?" "Since now." "Also- wait, how did you even know where I live??" I asked, stepping up the steps, holding onto the rail. "Helloooo are you not gonna answer my question?" She sits down and yanks my wrist to sit next to her. "It's such a nice day today isn't it?" She didn't even answer my question. "Yeah I guess.. I'm not looking forward to school today." "Why not?" Don't.

Stop dumping all of your problems onto this happy girl. I catch her glance and shrug. She looks at me concerned. She then brings her hands to mine, as her fingers brushed against my bandages. The tip of her nails gracing the cotton. "Is that where..?" I snatch my arm back from her. She looks down towards the window. "I noticed them when we first met. I didn't want to bring it up then. But now I know." I look away. "Hey" She puts her hand on my shoulder. "Thanks for opening up last night." "Eh? Shouldn't I be the one saying that??" The bus comes to an abrupt stop.

"Miyamasuzaka Girls Academy, Get off my bus."
"Sheesh, someone's rude. Do you have to deal with that guy all the time?" I chuckle. "Yeah." As we step into the school grounds, she looks up at me with a sad look. "I have to go this way today, I have tutoring lessons. I'll meet up with you in the seventh period, okay?" I nod, expressionless. Why is she acting like I need her? I step inside the school, on my way up the stairs, dragging my backpack. I walk over to my classroom in a halt. CRAP!! I FORGOT TO GIVE HER BACK HER HOMEWORK! I stiff up, as someone puts their hand on my shoulder. "Not now mirah." "what? Can't say hi to an old friend? Oh my god. She has a friend!!" "What?" "That girl you were walking with. She's so annoying. She didn't even try to talk to anyone but just her talking to that teacher alone was so funny. She sounds like a toddler, probably acts like one too, thinking it's cute. 'I believe in all smiles and rainbows uwu!!" Mirah squeals as her friends laugh behind her.

"Oh my god, I overheard one of her convos with a guy, and she was just as annoying as ever. Does she think that's cute? HELP ITS 2022 GET WITH THE TIME." Niyah says. "I know right. And it's hilarious that she chooses to be YOUR friend. Probably thought you were some hot goth person who's edgy and wraps bandages around their arm pls. And that leg trembling- wtf, are you trying to look cute and fragile? Nobody is gonna find that cute, pick me." Miah spits at me. She gets closer and closer, pinning me to the lockers. "You should watch your back. Do I have to remind you what goes on down here? Nobody likes you.

She probably just wants to make you all happy because she pities you. Or even worse, she wanted to see if she can make someone smile with those cringy ass quotes. She wants to see if she can manipulate someone. What better way to do that than to start by gaining the trust of some arrogant 15 year old??" Miah laughed.  "T-Thats enough miah" "Awww is the pathetic little 'y/N' trying to intimidate me? HELP THAT'S HILARIOUS I'M DEAD. YOU LITERALLY ACT 5.- HEY!" Just then, miah falls down. "Take that!" "E-Emu??" I yell. "Oh god not the pink haired bob. What are you gonna do? Yell wonderhoy at me?" "No, but I will do this!" She yelled as she grabbed my hand and kicked miah down again.

"Literally what is your problem?? Are you THAT insecure that projecting and hurting someone else makes you feel better? Are you that low of a person, talking bad about other people for YOUR entertainment? Heck YOU don't deserve to be in this school. You are so heartless. I can't believe that, all that prettyness wasted. Come on, let's go y/n." I hesitantly nod.

"Why didn't you tell me they were harassing you??" "I-" "Is that why you said that today?? On the bus?? You need to stop! Stand up for yourself. You can't just be a human plaything all your life! How do you expect to get anywhere?" "I don't. Here's your homework by the way." I hand her the homework and walk away, not looking back.

That pitiful expression is just too much for me.

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