In the morning,I woke up achy and moody.I forced myself out of bed,not looking forward to...school . Surprisingly,I made it to the front door.The time was 7:40 a.m.I had time to dawdle around the house.
I opened my backpack,checking to see if everything I need is their.I reached in,rubbing against cool metal.I grabbed it,realizing it was the camera.I never really looked at "all the pictures."I pressed the "on" button...I rummaged threw the gallery,skimming past pictures of random people.One photograph caught my attention.I clicked it,not believing what I was seeing.
It was Joe and Mark,frolicking with some other football players.IS THIS...NO IT CAN'T BE!! I quickly skimmed through the rest of the gallery.The rest of the pictures were with Joe and the rest of the jerks in the football team.It didn't take long,before I realized,not only that this was Joe's camera,but Joe was the one by the gate taking pictures of me awhile back.
I couldn't bare it!!I bursted into tears,jerking the camera,across the room.I THOUGHT JOE WAS MY BEST FRIEND!!!HE BETRAYED ME!!!ALL THIS TIME.. I was so angry and heartbroken...I ran to the kitchen,and grabbed the chef knife.I pulled my hoodie's sleeves,revealing the healing scars,on my arms,some time ago.
I was not use to this feeling. (The feeling of wanting to hurt youself) I brushed away my tears,gripped the knife,then pressed the silver lining against my thin skin,creating streaks of blood,running from my wrists to my shoulders.I fell to the ground,covered in blood,hoping I would die right then and there.
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The Last Straw
Teen FictionA 14 yr old boy named Robert is new at his middle school.He trys to lay low but,people notice him,thinking their is something wrong with him.He makes one friend named Joe.Joe is a popular kid(which places Robert a loser)but,doesn't care what people...
