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*This story mentions mental illnesses and sensitive subjects such as suicide and self-harm. If these topics are too sensitive, please do not read!*
Life for Arielle Rodgers has never been fair since the accident...
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"Arielle"
The sudden sound of the wooden door opening made me flinch. My head jerked up as what appeared to be a petite lady bursting into my secret hiding spot. I immediately snapped my journal shut and slowly slid it under my lap.
"You know you can't be here, hun"
She smiled at me, as her brown orbs gave me a 'you know better' look. I rubbed the back of my neck, looking down in utter embarrassment. Once again, I, Arielle Rodgers had been caught inside the janitor's closet writing in her foolish journal.
"S-sorry, Ms. Torres I-I just needed to think. . ."
I stuttered softly, continuing to stare at the cold hard ground. She closed her eyes, and shook her head, making her grey hair swish back and forth from the sudden movement. "You come here to 'think' all the time. Are you sure you are, all right?"
"I'm fine!" I squeaked, grabbing my belongings from the dusty floor. "J-just please. . . don't. . . " I refused to look at her. "Don't tell anyone," I whispered. I placed my black JanSport on left my shoulder and quickly stepped out of the closet.
As usual, no one was roaming the hallway. I slowed my pace down to a slow swagger and moved through the empty hall. My old sneakers squeaked against the shiny tile, making me cringe a bit.
I really needed to find a new hiding spot. The janitor's closet was really nice if you did not mind spiders and dust. However, Ms. Torres had caught me red-handed, three days in the row. I was surprised she had not reported me to the administrators, but I guess she just hoped I would have left by now.
In a matter of minutes, I arrived at my destination. 3rd period. U.S history. Blah.
"You're late," Mr. autumn reprimanded as soon as I set foot in the classroom. I stood frozen in the doorway and watched as dozens of my classmates' eyes landed on my washed-out face. I fidgeted at the door and looked into the crowd of swarming eyes. My best friend, Luke, gave me a small smirk and I quickly looked away.
"Care to explain why you finally showed up to my class, Ms. Rodgers?" he questioned. Mr. Autumn never fails to be pretentious and honestly, it was too much to deal with him sometimes. Well, most of the time.
"And perhaps you can elaborate on why you are late Ms. Rodgers?" he added, crossing his legs under his dark wooden desk and continuing to gawk at me.
My breathing increased as I realized I needed to respond. Like right now. I needed to finally get up and tell Mr. Autumn off and maybe then everyone would pull me up on their shoulders, and parade me in the hall.
As if..
I remained silent for a few more seconds. From the back of the class, Luke waved his hands, urging me to say something. But I did not listen.
