I woke to banging on my bedroom door "Carter get up" my mum yelled "No" I shouted back "Fine, you can walk" she yelled. I thought about that for a second then decided I'm staying home so I fell back to sleep.
I woke again to the sound of my phone buzzing. I picked it up and saw I had 9 messages from 5 different numbers, all numbers I didn't know. Great more people have my number now. Unknown 1-"Hey fatty why weren't u in class I had no one to yell at"
Unknown 2-"Did you finally kill yourself!!"
Unknown 2-"I could get used to not having your fat ass around"
Unknown 2-"Fatty fatty fatty"
Me-"Unfortunately for you, I am still alive"
Unknown 3-"Hey Carter, its me Dion r u okay u weren't in class today"
Me-"Hey Dion, I'm fine. Just sick"
Unknown 4-"Hi Carter its Tyson. Just wanted 2 check ur alright after yesterday"
Me-"I'm fine. Thanks"
Unknown 5-"Oi whale where r u"
Unknown 5-"Bitch y were u talking to my man"
Unknown 5-"Kill yourself"
I was quite shocked that Dion texted me, but even more that Tyson texted me. Was I dead?
I walked downstairs to get a drink when I heard a knock on my door, I looked out the peephole to see a girl about my age standing there. I opened the door up curiously. "Hi" she greeted with a wide smile "I'm Shay Hunter, I just moved across the street with my family" she said looking behind her towards the house with a moving truck out the front. I took that time to take her in. She was beautiful, with short bright red hair, icy blue eyes, the body of a supermodel and was quite tall for her age. She was wearing a yellow sundress and little white sandals. She looked like a happy teenager and I envied her. She turned back to me and extended her hand with a smile on her face and without thinking I stuck my hand out shaking hers with my own smile. I noticed a frown appear on her pretty face and I followed her gaze to my wrist and that's when I realised I was wearing a singlet with my arm uncovered on display. I quickly pulled my arm back crossing it over my chest looking at the floor. "I'm Carter. Carter O'Connor" I replied quietly, I looked up getting a glimpse of a pained expression on her face but it was quickly replaced with a bright smile "Hey I know this may sound weird, but do you want to hangout" she asked. I stared at her shocked, her face turned to one of alarm "what, what did I do?" She asked panicked "not-nothing" I stuttered "just no one wants to hangout with me" I replied "but what about your friends?" She asked "uh.. I have none" I replied looking down. She clapped her hands together making my head snap up "Well now you do!" She said excitedly "Come on get changed, we'll go see a movie" she said pushing me inside towards the stairs.
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The Happy Girl and Me.
RomantizmI am Depressed. I am alone. I am Carter. My names Carter O’Connor and I guess I’m your typical 17 year old high school student. Note my sarcasm – I am not average at all. I’ve been bullied since grade 7 for all the little petty shit about me – like...