It was Friday and I knew that I was going to have to get up. I rolled of bed and felt like crap. My teacher that comes to my house has issues with me. And yes, I am home-schooled for a very un-common reason. I used to live in North Carolina but after what happened it was almost required that I had to learn at home.
*Flashback*
It was the last week of school and I just woken up. I could smell the sweet scent of maple syrup. I ran down stairs and mutterd, good morning under my breath. My mom was flipping pancakes. My robe went down to my toes, I had fuzzy socks on that felt like clouds. I slid into my chair, she placed a pancake on a plate, and drizzled syrup on it. She shouted "Eat up!" I ate every bite.
After breakfast I went upstairs to get ready. I slipped on a Aeropostale shirt and a pair of blue jeans, and threw my hair into a messy bun. I tossed my book bag on my back and walked out the door. My bus stop was 6 blocks away from my house. My mom is to lazy too drive me and I have to walk every step. When I finally got to the stop, I saw Raya standing there. Raya is my best friend. I have known her since I was 2! She is such a weird girl. Now that is friend that would be there for you no matter what. I always said her style was very "laid back" with her graphical tees from Hot Topic and a pair of slip-ons from Walmart.
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Bullied to the Bone
Teen FictionTwo best friends have been bullied almost there whole life. They never said a word to anyone. That was a mistake they would regret. They didn't see it coming. No one did.
