The school bully that actually liked me..?

Moving to a new place

Hello. My name's Jack,and I'll tell you how I got some of my trauma.

It all started when I moved to a new neighborhood. It looked the same as the previous one but something was off.. I would hear children laughter in the middle of the night but when I look out the window,nobody's there. I would see strange people in my house when I'm sleep deprived and get a bit scared but remember that nobody would like me that much to break into my house in the middle of the night. I would hear screaming,glass breaking and arguments at six in the morning. I think most of these are the root of my imagination. But not the screaming,glass breaking and the arguments;blame that on my neighbors.
So much happened in one night,that I barely managed to get a wink of sleep and it was already the next day. I had to get ready for school but I was too tired to do anything. I just grabbed my school bag,put in 2 spare t-shirts incase the one I'm wearing gets stained with blood, 3 pens and some empty notebooks.
I skipped breakfast as usual and went on my merry way to school. Since I'm a social cliche I was too scared to ask anyone for directions. My "luck" is that I kept bumping into things and eventually I bumped into a street sign.. very embarrassing. A girl had witnessed what happened; she couldn't help but laugh. I got up,looked at the time and realized I'm late. I ran as fast as I could so I wouldn't miss first period. I just searched up the directions to the school; went onto the third street, took a left and I was eventually there. I ran quickly into the school and searched for my first class. It was in room 31 on the 4th floor. I realized I wouldn't make it on time and  fell to the ground. Tears started strolling down my face. I didn't know I was such a
cliche; I couldn't even make it to class on time. I just sat there and cried silently.

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