I sat in the bathroom at school to eat lunch. Matter of fact I didn't even touch my food. I stared down at my plate. Wondering what I should do with my food, so no one thinks I starve myself. We'll, so they didn't know I did. I took half of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich and dropped it in the toliet.
Plump... Plump....
More and more food went in the toliet. I flushed it.. I seen feet under the stall. Standing right in front of the door. I looked at my plate.
1/4 of my sandwich, 1/2 of my apple, and a full milk. Sounded alright so I opened the stall door.
"What happened to all your food slut?" Clare said curiously.
"I... I ate it." I choked.
"Ya right, you dumped it in the toliet!" she screamed.
I tried rushing past her, but she kept getting in my way.
"Where do you think your going?" She questioned.
I didn't speak. I squeezed myself right past her. I dodged for the cafeteria.
Splat.
My face slammed against the cafeteria floor. I looked up. Everyone was laughing. I totally forgot my sleeves on shirt were rolled up. Suddenly here comes Clare laughing in her devious laugh.
She stood in right in front of my head. She kneeled down.
"Look what we have here." She said laughing, "the ugly girl with ugly scars"
As she said scars I knew everyone knew. I got up. I ran for the exit door. Running through the second floor. I hid in the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I pulled out the blade I secretly put in my pocket before I lefted home. I rubbed it against my skin. Blood started dropping to the floor. I cried. The tears & drops of blood mixed together.. I just sat there for awhile, wondering why I deserve all this. I kept saying to myself, it's because I'm not pretty enough, or I don't act or look like those girls. I was broken. Nobody really even seemed to care about me anymore.
Maybe Clare's right, maybe I am not good enough, actually I know I wasn't.Finally 2:00 appeared i waited for the tone to sound. beep. Once i heard the tone sound i dashed for the doors.
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