All of the sudden the bus stopped, dead in it's tracks. We were at school, the worn down, 45 year old school. From the stop my head was thrown at the bus seat, it gave me a massive head ache! I gather my things and walk off the bus. I walk a long path leading to the front door sf my high school. I push open the door and it's so loud ! Everyone is talking as loud as they can, so they can talk over the people already talking. I run through there as fast as i can. I go down the hall and make a right to my locker, my locker shuts in my face and I turn to see Vivian in my face. She says,"Oh, sorry I didn't see you there!", and she walks off laughing with her friends. Wow that hurt! She hit my head on my locker! Now my head ache is even worse. I get to my homeroom and see that Mr. Thomas is writing on the chalk board. I took my seat and set my books underneath my chair. I look at my desk and I want to cry! It has words like: go kill yourself and everyone hates you, written on it. Everyone starts to laugh at me, i'm all wound up in tears. I rush to the bathroom as quickly as I can, I dash into a stall and cry to myself until lunch.
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Another Sad Story
RandomA girl named Leslie is a 16-year-old girl. She has no friends, no siblings, and an alcoholic mother. She has bullies at school that make fun of her, and her father had just past 3 months ago. Lets hope she gets through this.
