everything is a load of shit.
that's what i've come to, my mind has come to.
my thought process is basically just:
"oh, what a load of shit."
nice, isn't it?
we always ask ourselves questions.
why do we do that?
see, there i've just done it.
i god stop thinking my head hurts.
shut up.
shut up!
SHUT UP!!!!
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my name is brooklyn blood.
(i prefer the name brooke)
i hate my second name, it seems so edgy.
trust, i am not that girl. i stick to myself and keep quiet, wait that sounds like the definition of edgy. i promise i'm not, i don't have dark black hair or a sad face plastered on me 24/7.
i have red hair, the nice type of red hair.
i was bullied all throughout my primary years,
and i like the colour dark red, like my hair.
i don't really like saying what i think, what's on my mind etc.
right now i'm in class, P4, science.
don't get me wrong i like my science teacher but i don't understand science.
it just makes no sense to me.
maisie and her girls pushed me in the hallways.
they laugh.
everyone laughs.
everyone's a dickhead.
fuck them!
what a gang of bastards, sometimes i ask myself why i put up with this shit but honestly i have no answer to satisfy myself with.
i speak to mr jonson about it, about what the girls do to me, about what they say. he tells me i should stand up for myself and not take that "abuse". is it abuse?
abuse is where you get battered.
i've been battered twice but, who's bothered?
schools a load of shit.
"brooky... brooke? brooklyn?! can you answer me when i ask a question?" my mum calls out to me. she mutters "gosh" under her breath, she thinks i can't hear her.
"yes mum? what do you want an answer for?"
i say with a bit of frustration but i try not to get annoyed at her.
"i said, what do you want for tea tonight? chicken curry and rice or a pasta dish?"
"ooo, hard choice mum. pasta dish of course though," i lick my lips dramatically.
pasta dishes are my favourite.
my favourite meal has got to be:
salt and pepper beef strips with mixed peppers and pasta.
very tasty, i agree.
"i knew the answer before i even asked! did you have a good day today at school?" mum why are u asking me!!!
"yeah, sure, it was okay i guess. nothing happened so don't ask."
"okay good, if anything did happen you can always talk to me you know, schools a load of shit so." she shrugs and smiles.
i laugh "trust me, i know that."
YOU ARE READING
#disappear
Mystery / Thrillerwhat if one day you finally decided enough was enough? what if you thought that being gone would be amazing? what if. what if? that's what we say all the time. "what if this?" "what if that?" god. when do we learn?
