When I wake up, I do the normal before school. It’s a friday so I wear more comfy clothes then normal because I felt like it. I know I would get stared at if I didn’t look nice but at this moment I don’t care. I brush my teeth and head to my bus stop, completely forgetting breakfast like always. I would say goodbye to my parents but I’m not sure if they are home and if they are then they are asleep.
Walking to the bus stop got kinda cold because I forgot my jacket but there is no time to go back so instead I hop on the bus and continue typing my essay.
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Sitting on the bus, wishing away the thoughts. Wishing I had gotten some sleep or maybe a small meal. When I first became her friend, that's when I had to be perfect. Because she would only like someone who is perfect.
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That’s all I got typed before my stop and remembered I had to write my letter. I totally forgot and now I would have to walk through the hallway full of people to my locker, stop at that same locker, open it, and leave. It sounds easy but not when all the popular kids and your teachers are in that hallway, not when you see and hear things that aren't real, and not when you are me. It’s hard.
I walk down the hallway. Probably shaking. You would think I was a wild animal with all the stares I got. Nobody’s stare ever haunted me more than her’s. Not technically popular but she’s cooler than me and her stare isn’t like the others. Her’s is more concerned than pity. At the end of the hallway were 3 teachers. My math teacher, my social studies teacher, and the spanish teacher. All of them whispered and stared like the kids do except their stares make me sad, their whispers make me disappointed in myself. It hurts me but not as much as I hurt myself. No wait not like that, like I hurt myself by making up the false idea that they hate me rather than asking.
I grab my stuff from my locker mind no more to the people watching. I was only thinking about leaving school and sitting in my dark room with nothing for the weekend. Sitting in my nothingness with only random thoughts on my mind and… all my plans are ruined because my stupid essay.
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I hate you, but I love you
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