Dear journal,
Why is it that I never get what I want? Why is it that I'm always the one to be covered up in one of my friends shadows? Why is it that the one thing I ask God to help me with... Is the one thing he don't do!! Why is that I'm the one that everybody picks on or ignores ? Why I'm I always the third wheeler in life? Why?
It was September 6, 2012 the first day of school. The first day of hell and tortured. The waking up at 6:00 everyday in order to be early for school. The homework and drama. At George academy the first day of school was all about the new styles and gossip from the summer. It was all about the new cute freshman and what group to join and what group to not. But for me the first day was just like another regular day. Sitting alone at lunch, at classes and etc. After school I would usually go straight home or to the library like any other day but today was different. I ended up helping a guy named Jason with a project.
Jason is a guy with hazel eyes and black shiny hair. His skin is pale as snow. His tall as a basketball player and skinny as a stick. He dresses kind of like a thug but except he has more class. Jason is a 17year old and he is a junior at George academy.
September 7, 2012 the second day of school and another day of torture only this time I was looking forward to see Jason. But just like every other day when Jason tried to come up to me at lunch the supposedly called "Mean Girls" stop him and made him do something for them. Like always stealing my only moment to shine.
