𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Mama, please dont make me go!

"Mama, please dont make me go!!" I scream through tears as my mom finishes packing little sister's school supplies. 

"Ryan, you disappoint me. How dare you speak to your mother that way! Stop crying, for Gods sake, and stop complaining. Thats all i ask. Maybe if you would've listened, i wouldn't be sending you here," she says to me simply as she hands me my small school bag, which honestly feels worse than if she had yelled back. Its like shes establishing her superiority to me without even trying. 

I can hear the bus pulling beside our house as my mom practically shoves me out of the house,  slamming the door behind me. "MAMA, PLEASE, I WONT DO IT AGAIN!! JUST DONT MAKE ME GO HERE!" I yell through sobs hopelessly at the door, but of course, nobody opens it. Shit, shes heard that 'i wont do it again' so many times from me in the past years, i dont blame her for not believing it now. 

I stand in front of the door for a second before remembering what's done is done, and i have to go to this stupid sleep-away school as a punishment for 'crying too much.' Fuckin dipshit, my mom is. I turn around and run to the pink school bus, which starts driving again as soon as i get up the second stair. He dosent even wait for me to take a seat, prick. 

I look around the bus, theres quite a few.. interesting.. characters here-- but one, i didnt know her name, i just knew she was special.. shit, not that kind of special, horrible wording. She was.. imperfectly perfect. Split colored hair put up in pigtails with little pink ribbons, a dyed uniform, and beautifully embroidered flowers on the sleeves. God, she was pretty. But dammit, just as i went to sit by her, another girl sat beside her, seemingly looking right through me. But the glance they shared at me and at eachother, oh yeah, they're both just like me.

'Dammit, Ryan, find a seat quick,' i mentally cursed to myself. 

Hmm.. in the back of the bus, there was this group of girls.. pretty, but more the 'i think im better than everyone else' type pretty. A short girl with naturally blonde hair, a few just like her but with a different face, and one tall girl, with longer blonde hair that i couldn't exactly tell if it was a wig or not. 

Then there was this group of boys- yeah, no. Im not sitting there.

I guess ill sit behind the pretty girl with the split colored hair. It seems too close to the girl group for comfort, but maybe the two girls sitting in front of me will talk to me before the pick-mes start to notice me.