Pain is Life

Chapter 2

I have had many bad days, in fact, almost every day is a bad day, but here is one of the worst.
It was my first week of 8th grade. As if it wasn't bad enough, on the third day of school, my parents had a giant fight, and my father had slightly cut my mother with a butter knife. It was before I got on the bus so I was holding the lump of tears in my throat.
When I got to school, the bully, Rocky Grayson, stole my lunch box and called me words that I'm not gonna say. It was terrible. I cried in the bathroom, and Dayla Patterson heard me. She laughed at me called me a crybaby. I threw toilet paper that I found on the ground at her face. She screamed and I got in trouble.
I was summoned to the principal's office. Her name is Mrs. Delv. She gave me a huge, long lecture about etiquette and "bathroom behavior" and I didn't get to tell my freakin side of the story because she didn't let me! Dayla walked past the office with her annoying clique and gave me the finger. And no, not the kind that you point at people. Of course, nobody saw her. I had officially made my first two 8th grade enemies.
I'm not really social and I basically have three friends. They go to the private school though. Of course God's gonna give me the worst school of all people! I have no friends so here I was having no one to make me feel better.
Mrs. Delv refused to give me a tardy excuse slip so I had an unexcused tardy in science. My science teacher Mrs. Yaul yelled the crap out of me and told me that if I was gonna be late to my job when I'm older, I'll practically be worthless. I already had felt worthless for a long time. Ever since the beginning of Summer. And I don't even know why because nothing bad was happening.
To top that, Rocky was in that class. And Dayla. And apparently they were dating cause they disgustingly started making out in the middle of the classroom. I felt like puking. They gave me the finger together when
no one was looking. And again, not the one you point at people. I gave them the finger back and Mrs. Yaul saw me. She yelled at me and kicked me out of the classroom. Life isn't fair. God hates me for some reason.
My next classes were boring as crap and I almost fell asleep. Then I thought of my parents' morning fight and tears were dripping down my face. Then I got those dark thoughts again. With the butter knife. Because I was worthless.
It was lunch time, which was miserable because I have no friends at that school. Rocky and Dayla came over and threw their food at me. The raw carrots especially hurt. It turned into a food fight and all of a sudden, the whole cafeteria was throwing their food at me. They called me so many horrible things and I just ran out of there into the bathroom again. I could've grabbed a butter knife in there. I forgot to though. But I could've.
I was a teary, gravy, chocolate, milky, slimy, buttery mess. I sure wish I remembered that butter knife. I felt like giving up right there.
I landed back in the principal's office again along with Rocky and Dayla and I was suspended. They were given a warning because they hadn't done any other "shenanigans". Why does it have to be like that?
When I got home, my parents wouldn't talk to each to each other. I new the bad news they were gonna tell me like it was a rain cloud over my head. I'm used to bad things. Bad things are practically my life. They were getting divorced. I cried. A lot.
I knew they would get super pissed if they found out I was suspended, so I needed to hide it somehow. Mrs. Delv suspended me for four days. I spent the rest of the day grieving. It didn't help when Rocky sent me a message on Facebook saying I was a wuss and some other words that I'm not gonna mention.
That day was super terrible and depressing. It was extremely hard to fall asleep, but I eventually cried myself to sleep at 1:30 am. I said a prayer before I dozed off:
Dear God,
If you're up there, please oh please, I'm begging you, make my life better. I don't know what I've done to make you hate me, but I really need your help because you're the only one that can help me. Please help me. Amen.