When I finally finish getting ready I fit in the time to devour a sliver of fresh weat bread.
I am surprised I am not fat because one of my favorite hobbys is cooking. My other one is sitting at my favorite spot in the woods and write.
"Get in the car mykie," chris yell from the top of her lungs.
I grab my convers and march out the door.
As I walk out I stumble to get my shoes on.
"Mykie actually u need to ride on the bus your brother has one of his football team mates riding with us."
"Uhh wha,"i asked
"Thanks for understanding bye"
"Bye?"I screached.
No not the bus please, I thought.
I look around to see the yellow monster on wheels coming towards me chasing me down.
Errrr (the bus stops)
As I walk on the bus I can hear a kid yell geek from behind me.
The more I walked down the bus the more names I get called.
Hay ugly betty jr. I am talking to you.
I keep walking
The pain shaderd like glass almost instant to my face as a big fist it me.
My knees click as I fall to my palms of my hands.
Over whelming as it already is almost all the kids laugh.
Next time I am talking to u pay attention.
I try to get up but I cant I dont know why but I cant. Whats wrong?
I crawl to the set next to where I fell
This day can't get worse.
To be continued....
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Pusillanimous
Randomwhat if you felt like you were born to be just the extra person? the person who is just there in memories. hate.....love..........life. whats the point
