Here I was again, in the same dream. It was like every night since that day the dream became more vivid and twisted and I couldn't do anything about it. I felt so powerless and didn't know what to do. I couldn't control anything about the dream. All I could do was watch and remember..everything that happened and how my life did a 360.
I've been dreading this day. September 10, the day I have to go back to school. First day of 7th grade I should be excited right? Wrong, I was miserable the whole way there anticipating what everyone would say, and do to me. I thought maybe just maybe no one would talk about it. Maybe this year would be......different, better. I couldn't have been more far from the truth. The truth that I already knew but didn't want to accept. No one would accept me for who I really am. I have to pretend to be someone I'm not. I have to pretend.....those words echoing in my head I couldn't get them out. I don't want to lie but I want this year to be better. It could be better...right? I had to hope, it was one of the only things keeping me here.
I went in through the side doors of the school hoping no one would be there to stare and judge me but of course there were people there and the moment i walked in everyone's head turned. My breathing became unstable while everyone was chanting FREAK FREAK FREAK YOUR A FREAK. I try to calm myself. Ignore them, it's not true 1 2 3 4 5..... Still I can't control myself. I start to breathe faster and I start to see black dots dancing across my eyes. Then everything's black.
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Strong but Weak
Teen Fiction13 year old Sylvia is going into 7th grade and she should be excited for a new year right? No, she has been dreading this day and is worried this year will be worse then last year. But a mysterious boy named Ethan joins her school and changes everyt...
