12:01 ; short story (finished)

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- third persons view

June got hit today. By some guys at her school today. They told her she was ugly. And her mom killed herself. Because she could stand being with her,June. But no words came out of June. No fights either.

She let them,she let them destroy her. She took a bath and let out a few tears again. Was that all true? Was June's life is a little,little hell that "God" above her created. June got up and started to brush her hair,smiling.

She couldn't stand the thought of her crying. Or seeing herself sad. So she smiled. Patiently brushing gently her light blonde hair. June always thought she has beautiful hair. Always admired it.

She walks to her bed tucking in herself. While closing her eyes. What a madness in this world there is. She wakes up from her alarm clock. Putting her pink,fluffy socks on.
Tip toeing to the bathroom,brushing her hair.

She sits at the desk,waiting for the light to start. And grabs her pen.

Tuesday 22nd February 2016
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I'm afraid of the world. I don't like it.

I got hurt today by some kids.  I do not know if I deserved it. But it wasn't pleasant. I'm not going to die from the pain they caused me.

I'm about to die from the suffering my mind is compelled to handle.

A/n soon,so close to the end.