━━━━ HIGH SCHOOL fucking sucks; no matter what shitty country, state or city you're in; if you're passing, failing or even a straight A student; high school fucking sucks.
Especially for the kids who don't fit in, better known as the freaks or misfits. If you don't fit in with the jocks or cheerleaders, the band squad or even the god damn nerds, you won't survive a week let alone the rest of the semester.
The outcasts; being the kids that don't belong to any clique or club, they don't survive a day. But the new kid that just transferred halfway through senior year, just before spring break; that doesn't know a single soul yet is extremely awful at meeting new people and doesn't handle change well; will not survive an hour.
The high pitch bell made Josephine Jones cringe, not because of the irritating noise but the once quiet high school halls will be filled with unneeded chaos.
Quickly deciding it's not worth the migraine, the brunette broke off from the crowd of teens running towards the closest bathroom.
Releasing a stressed filled breath while she rested with her back against the large door that was littered with graffiti and profanity.
She slugged off her grey backpack onto the disgusting tile floor before making her way over to the not much cleaner sink; resting her arms on either side of it letting her body relax.
The mirror showed a reflection she no longer recognized; Joey saw a lost and frightened twenty-year-old with no future and no strength to fight. She scoffed looking up at the word written above in what she hoped was red lipstick. 'Worthless'.
"sounds about right." her voice was dry almost monotone.
The sound of retching from the furthest stall grabbed her attention; tilting her head ever so slightly to see a pair of white sneakers and a white, yellow and green striped skirt.
"you okay?" She called out softly not wanting to startle the poor girl. "yeah-" the voice paused, catching her breath. "yes I'm.. I'm fine." she didn't sound fine. The brunette cleared her throat as she took a small step towards the closed stall.
"You sure?" she pressed, the voice was silent for a moment, "please, just go away." her soft voice wasn't rude or hateful, just drained.
