A Story Of A Not So Average Girl

Chapter 5: Where We Meet Possibly The Coolest Person Alive

I always wondered what it would like to be dead. Would people would miss me? Who would go to my funeral... And if anyone did go, would they cry? Would they continue life as normal once it was over? Apparently this isn't normal 'cause I asked my best friend if she ever thought about stuff like that and she threw a pillow at me, telling me to stop being morbid. I guess it could just be me that thinks like that, but I'm only thinking ahead- I mean it's not like we live forever! I could get struck by lightning and die! You never know...

The worst part about the dog shit pile I call my past is the fact that even though you tried your very hardest to keep it a secret, everyone knows about your past and your present and your future. I guess that is what comes with being in a secondary school with only 500 students in, news travels like a wild fire- once one person knows give it a day the rest of the school, even the teachers know. The mother had obviously called school to tell them I was in hospital again and that I wouldn't be in school for a while because I woke up to a huge card and balloons from my best friend- Dorothy (crappy name I know her parents must have been on drugs when they named her or something) someone must have left the door open because my mum left strict instructions: under any circumstances no visitors! But there she was, asleep on the chair next to my bed, with a box of half eaten chocolates and her phone charging on the table beside her. I took the rest of the chocolates, moved them to the table on the other side of my bed and fell back to sleep. they woke me up about 20 minutes later, Dot was screaming at my mother, my mother was screaming back. this happened a lot so I was used to it... I pretended I was still asleep so as to not get brought in to it. I lay there and listened to what they were saying.