Cutter

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As soon as I got to school. I wanted to go back "home" . I'm in my freshmen year. I heard it's the worst. I can still hear my mom's cries in the back of my head. They broke me down. I feel like I left her. Anything can happen. So I ran to the bathroom because my eyes are starting to water again. But when I went into the bathroom I heard cries. More cries then my mom's. Then I heard something like metal drop. And more cries. I decided to be silent so maybe they'll leave and I can see he what dropped. After a few minutes he wrapped his self in something and left. When I looked in the bathroom there was blood on the floor and the thing that dropped was a razor covered in blood. And some random thing that looks like the stuff you use when you brake your wrist or something. Like bandages. It was a small piece though. Then the bell rang I didn't walk around that much before I found my first class. I took a sit in the middle row. I was terrified. All I could think of is that poor guy cutting. And then my mom's tears popped out of nowhere in my head. I hated it. I couldn't hear my teacher because my mom's cries plus that guys where so loud. And then my teacher walked up to me. She handed me a sticker and a marker. The sticker said "Hello, my name is?". I guess, I have to put my name on it. When I looked up my teacher was still hunched over my desk and she was wearing a low cut shirt. I heard the guys be hide me murmuring stuff about her tits. But I was disturbed not attracted. So I glued my eyes to the table and gave the marker and extra stickers back. Then she moved on to the next person. By the time she got to the last person the bell rang. And she showed us to the cafeteria and some of the guy tried their best pick up lines on her. She just smiled and laughed and actually slightly flirted back. It was gross. 

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