My mum dropped me and Becca at the front entrance of school, "Thanks mum see you after school," I said and kissed her on the cheek.
"Yeah thanks Clove," Becca yelled from far away,
"Anytime bub!" she yelled back to Becca as she waved goodbye, "See you tonight babe, text me if you wanna bring James around." She said to me with a wink and a kiss on the cheek.
I jumped out of the car and my mum drove away and honked twice as a 'goodbye'. I look for Becca and she's over next to James (My boyfriend) with Henry (her boyfriend) making out... I run up to James give him a quick hug and kiss and we walk into school with our hands laced together. James is two years older then me, so we have to say goodbye half way to my classroom. He gives me a kiss on the lips then again on my forehead and he waves goodbye. I wait for Becc's to catch up and walk up to class with her. Her lipstick was slightly smudged from that 'make out sess' with Henry but I didn't tell her...
At school, Becca and me are considered popular, but not in the way most people would want to be popular. Were considered sluts, whores, show offs and dumbs. Well we are but like everyone know us as them. I mean were actually nice people to the people we like... which means were definitely not friends with the 'sporty squad'. They have Katharine MacAndrew's and Sean Adams in it. Katharine and me used to be best friends, then she began sports and idk what happened, we sorta just drifted apart, but now she hangs out with the sporty people they absolutely hate our 'popular' group. And we actually did nothing, I mean they are the ones that started calling us sluts and whores and dumbs and all of those ratchet names that has become a 'trend' I guess...That does effect me, I am quite depressed but people don't see it because I don't show it. I wear long sleeves all the time to hide my scars, and cuts. And I never wear tight t-shirts because I don't want anyone knowing I'm anorexic. My anxiety is a big part of my cutting too, with my sister with her cancer and all. It is hard. Although I do visit her at the hospital every day, some weekends I stay the night with her. She was diagnosed about a year ago, and she has been in the hospital in a coma for about 3 months now. I talk to her but she doesn't talk back, although I know she can hear me. It has been quiet and boring without her joyful bubbly personality around. And I miss her big hugs and her motivations to live life and be happy. She helped me go cut clean for 2 months. Then she got in her coma and no one could stop me. I believe she can stay alive but it's doubtful. I just miss our late night talks, and her gossip she had about her and her boyfriend Michael Malone. She told me straight away when she had her first kiss with him and she explained the whole thing in detail. That was about 3 years ago. He still visits because he helps me with the whole situation and I help him. Anyway, I'm still alive; she's still alive so I shouldn't really be nervous about anything. For now.
