The Journal

Chapter 2

I got inside the school. Sophomores were standing around in groups, Seniors were jumping freshmens, and Juniors were banging on lockers, hoping one would be unlocked. I passed a few sophomores, who started snickering and whispering when I walked passed them.

I looked at the floor, dreading to even make eye contact with anyone. I walked to my locker and punched in my combination. I tried the handle, but it was firmly stuck in place. I did my combination one more time, but the locker still didn't open. Luckly, I had my algebra textbook, I'll just ask for some paper.

As soon as I stepped in the class room, the bell rang. "Tardy!" Mrs. Hamilton yelled at me.

"But I...." I started to say, but she stopped me mid-sentence.
"Mrs. May, I will gladly write you a pass for detention on Thursday." I shook my head, "No ma'me. " I replied. I took my seat by the window. Mrs. Hamilton nodded, while I let out a sigh. "Here goes math." I whispered.

The rest of the day went from a normal routine to a teacher yelling in my face. I waited as the last minutes ticked away before the lunch bell.

When it finally did ring. I was hungry by then, why bother skipping lunch, Meredith doesn't have the same lunch as me anyway, besides I like the place where I sit in.

I made up my mind, and started my way to the cafeteria with my bagged lunch from home, that I packed last night while dad was sleeping.

The cafeteria was just as noisy as any day. I sat in my seat that was away from everyone. I took out my soggy cheese sandwich, and took a bite. I looked around the cafeteria. Everyone was hanging out with their own type of crowd.

I frowned, and turned back around. I took out my journal. Thankfully, I sit alone. So I wrote,

Day 666
Today was a disaster. Well, everyday is pretty much a disaster. I dont even know why im still alive. Everywhere I go pretty much feels like people hate me. What did I ever do to them? I am seriously starting to think about suicide! I cant take this anymore! This has been going on for such a long time. Dads becoming more grusome with each passing year. One of these days he will kill me. Im mad at mom for not doing anything. And Percy for being just like dad. I wish I had a normal family.

I stopped, because I felt like somebody was looking at me. I raised my head, and looked around. Everyone was still talking and paying less attention to me. I found nothing unusual, so I shrugged, and put my Journal into my book bag just as the bell rang for the next class.
I gathered my things, and trudged to my next class.

Next thing I knew, someone pushed me, and some of my papers that I was holding fell on the floor.

A few kids who saw that, laughed and pointed fingers at me. I rolled my eyes. But my heart was pounding so hard, I thought evedyone heard that.

I beant down to pick them up. Some of them were a few feet away from me. My vision got blurry, as the bell rang. Grusome. I thought. Then I heard papers russeling behind me.

I looked up, and saw a boy with ashy brown hair, and shocking hazel green eyes. He got up, and walked towards me. First, he held out his hand to me, I took it, and he helped me up. Then he handes me my papers.

"Thank you," I mummbled. He smiled.
"Your welcome," We stood there for a few seconds, then he cleared his throat, "Do you know where I can find the guidence office?" I looked at him, he didnt look so bad, im impressed he doesnt have fifty girls trailing behind him.

I nodded, "Sure, follow me, are you new here?"
"Yes and no," he replied, as we started walking towards the guidence office.

"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I was here as a freshmen, then we moved to LA, because my dad had a job offer. So I went to school there for two years, then we ubrubtly moved back here because my grandmother got sick. So I guess Ill finish highschool here." He finished.

"Oh, thats good," i did the math, "so, you're a senior?"
"Yes, you?" He replied. I shrugged,
"Sophomore," I said, gloomly.

He chuckled, "thats not that bad, if only i was a sophomore!" We started approaching the guidence office, "trust me, being a senior, is pretty stressfull!" Be added, before heading into the office, "see you around."

I nodded, then, turned, and speed walked to my next class.