Dear Diary

I will not talk about my goals as much today. I will talk about school instead. Of course, not the boring things like math. Instead I will let you take a look at the time I spend during breaks. I will document it word by word. I want to promise it will not be boring, but it is school. Dear Diary, do not get bored.

I sat down in the cafeteria, five minutes before the bell rang for break. I always make sure to leave class early. I like the peace the cafeteria has before the children of hell break loose. Our cafeteria is a bit cramped. It has black walls which make you feel like you are trapped in a black hole. The floor is slippery. It keeps you from running from the gloomy mood the cafeteria brings. The walm of grease and old food hit you in your face. It was nostalgic yet disgusting. I got comfortable on the way too small chairs and set my food on the table. My mother still packs my lunch. Quite childish. I can pack my own lunch, but she insists. Today she packed a piece of toast, a cookie and some chocolate milk. She also packed money, in case I wanted something different to drink. I turn over the toast and noticed it was burned on the other side. Again. This always happens when my mother packs my lunch. She burns the toast. As soon as I tried to take a bite from the burned crisp, a shout was heard. I turned my head upon hearing this screech. Bullies. Great. A tall guy walked towards me and said that I should stop eating before becoming too fat. I am flat. With an L. Not fat. I put down my toast and pointed out that I am indeed not fat. His friends, who came along with the tall guy, started laughing. The guy, who has black hair, like obsidian, and grey eyes, started to look like he was about to spit fire. He is about 1.80 metres and I did not feel like getting beat up by such length and muscles as this idiot in front of me. What he does not have in brains, he makes up in muscles. He shouted my name and grabbed me by my collar, lifting me out of my chair. His breath stank, like he had eaten garlic and barf. He was awful. I asked him if he had ever brushed his teeth. He launched me into a wall as answer. His friends were laughing louder by the minute. They chanted his name. The tall guy started hitting me, kicking me, as if he were beating a punching bag. I did not make a sound. I kept myself still. I waited. He stopped. He was not satisfied with my silence. He asked me if I liked getting beat. I replied with a rhetorical question. Would you like dying? I stood up. The pest in front of me took a step back. He called me a psycho. I smiled and sat back down at my table and took a bite from my toast. He would usually bother me a bit longer but I think I was bleeding enough for those idiots to leave me be. After finishing my food I went to a bathroom to fix my face and check the damage on my body. The pest probably broke my nose. Other than that I have received a black eye and a few bruises on my body. Nothing too severe. I will ask mother to bring me to a hospital. I had the rest of the day in peace and biked home with Endeavour. I fed him some leftover toast. My beloved companion is getting more and more used to my presence. I enjoy spending time with him. He is still scared of eating from my hand but he does land beside me and stays still if I make a sudden movement.

When I got home, my mother started screaming. She asked me what in the actual f- happened to my face. I said I fell from the stairs at school. I asked her if she could take me to the hospital. She ignored my question and asked if I had any pain. I replied with a very unsatisfying answer towards her. I said that the pain was bearable and that it was not necessary to scream at me for such small bruises. She started yelling again. Incoherent yelling. The things I made up from the yelling were the following. I am unreasonable, I have an abnormal pain threshold, I should have gone home straight after falling from the stairs and my teachers should have done something. The rest was incoherent. She drove me to the hospital and they fixed my nose. I found my crow sitting near the window of the hospital. I adore him. He is really kind to follow me to the hospital. Being emotional support and staying with me until my nose was fixed. Kind, kind creature. What does he want in return? We went home and I ended up sleeping the rest of the day, leaving my window open in case Endeavour was willing to enter my room. I would like to study his needs and wants more.