A letter - DNF

Chapter 1

*George's pov*

   I woke up from a nightmare. It was the same one as the others. They were hitting me and were also recording it on a camera... But I woke up and everything is fine, right? Nothing of that will ever happen to me, he isn't that stupid.

   When I looked at the clock, I dressed up quickly, (trying not to wake up my parents) so I'll have time for breakfast. I am not hungry but I need to eat something before school.

   I was done with my breakfast and as I was sitting on the chair while trying to eat it, my stomach did a few flips. I knew instantly that I won't eat now. But so what? It wasn't that important.

   I needed to go to the school but I really didn't want to. The feeling that I have a big presentation today and my ex boyfriend will make fun of me with his minions is just so bad. I always want to throw up every morning because of them.

   I was standing in front of the school but they didn't open the school yet so I decided to walk around the area. I picked up my cigarette pack and pulled out one and as I was about to light it, I saw him. I remembered about the dream so I ran away as fast as I could.

   Once I was away from them I started smoking the cigarette. Well, I am young but this is the only thing that helps me forget about my past. But there's another thing that helps me out. It's him. My best friend. Dream. He lives a little bit far away from me, but we've known each other since we were like 11 years old, i think. We are trying to keep in touch. We are sending letters to each other but he hasn't send me a letter for a long time. I wonder if he's okay.

   I am so scared that if I'll tell him about my feelings to him, he will make fun of me like my ex. He was handsome, rich and his personality is just muah. He is perfect. I know I shouldn't be in love with another person when I broke up with my ex almost a month ago.

   As I was zoned out and thinking about Dream, I realized that i need to go to my class. As I went to the building, i knew this day is going to be bad. I met my classmate, Wilbur. He welcomed me after the one month break. We were walking to the class. He was my school best friend. He always helps me and also makes my days better with him. He was my only friend in class. Everyone else hates me because of that asshole.

   As we went to my class I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I've got really anxious. Wilbur stared into their souls so they backed up. I am so glad he is on my side. He is also really smart so he understands this whole situation.

   We were sitting in the class and were listening to the teacher. The time was going really slowly but I was getting more and more nervous. Every time Wilbur noticed it, he hugged me and said everything's going to be fine.
   I made a plan. When I'll be talking about the presentation, I'll be looking at the teacher or at Wilbur sometimes.

   As I was preparing for the presentation, they were already making fun of me. I wanted to go away for a smoke but i couldn't. I was about to cry.
  
   When the class started, I was getting more and more anxious. The teacher was picking up the other students and when I wanted to go here by myself, I felt dizzy. It was really strange. I've never felt in that way. My head was spinning and my temperature was getting higher. I didn't even notice and everything went black. It happened so fast.

   I opened my eyes and I saw two worried faces. One belonged to the teacher and the other belonged to Wilbur, of course.

   „GEORGE!!! I am so glad you're awake!! You have passed out for 2 minutes. We were so worried," Wilbur said. I found myself laying on the floor.    
   „George Davidson! So glad you're awake. Do you want some water? Have you eaten anything today?" my teacher asked me. I went quiet because the question "Have you eaten anything today" shocked me. Should I tell the truth?

   „Thanks teacher, I would love to have a glass of water. And by the way, yeahh, I've already eaten today," I said confidently. He nodded and went for the glass. As Wilbur was worrying about me, I could tell there was another person who was worrying about me. It was him. But why? For attention? Who knows.....