I was pushed down again today. I don't understand why people find it funny, it hurts. Not being pushed down, but the humiliation sucks. Especially since I'm forced into it everyday. Cheerleaders filling my locker with dirt one day and jocks pushing me down the next.
My teachers ask me what's wrong if they get the chance, but they don't actually care. If they really did care they would pay attention. They don't realize what kids will do to each other. That's the reason I sit in the back of the class. They won't see me back there. I don't answer questions in class. I don't take part in class conversations. I don't talk. I listen to everything going on, conversations about me, and anything the class is talking about. I pretend not to listen. It helps ease the pain.
My mom also came home drunk today. Again. She screamed at me for money. Of course I didn't have any and even if I did I wouldn't give it to her. She would just buy more booze. No wonder my dad left. She's a bitch.
Instead of the usual scream then leave she slammed me against the wall. My vision became a bit blurry, but it could be worse right? She isn't that bad. At least I have a place to live.
That's all for today. Thanks anyways.
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Wither
Teen FictionHatred. Defeat. All those feeling swirl around you everyday. A constant reminder of not fitting into society's mold. A perfect example of humanity's awfulness. This story will make you cry. This story is meant to reveal the truth on what happens i...
