Who can save me

Morning

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     You might realize that the first title on here is morning, why is that? Because, I don't know what a good morning really is anymore. I just wake up and slug my short legs to change, and wash up to go down stairs. Family is all over trying to get ready as I sit there chewing slowly

I want and need more food, not just an apple. I want pancakes.

I only had an apple because I need something in my system, that's all I need. I get up and slip my shoes on grabbing my bag as I exit my house without a word. I feel like a shadow half the time, it's crazy inside there. I'm quite, no one says anything to me as they either talk loudly or argue with one another. I'm too lazy to describe my whole family for now, but there's me I guess. I look more like my Father, tan skin with hazel eyes, but my hair is like a dirty blonde. Winter it looks brown but in summer it's a golden. I'm petite like my mom and yup I'm seventeen, I don't know what else to say about me....

Anyways, I put on my mask wrapping it around me securely as I walk into school. My headphones were sticked into my ears as my wire dangled down. I was wearing a huge sweater and leggings with sneakers with my hair in a messy bun. I get cooled easily. I sat down at the lunch table waiting for my friend. I always meet him in the cafeteria in the morning while he gets breakfast to talk for awhile. Zack slid into his seat as he flashed me a smile, his brown hair licked up, his green eyes looking down onto his corn dog with milk and cookies.

My stomach wanted it so badly.

I wasn't hungry, my head didn't like that. Too much calories.
"Rose?." He said after awhile, I took out my headphones
"Sorry, good song." I chuckled watching him eat
"Always with those headphones aye! Anyways, what's up? How are you?" He asked chewing on some cookies, the crumbs on the side of his mouth. Sipping cold milk.
How am I...?

"I'm depressed. Feel alone. Why? I don't know why, I shouldn't feel this way. It's pathetic! I want help, I need help! I want to be buried on the ground with my sister! I need her, I miss her...where has time gone?" I said with my voice cracking.

I smiled and answered "I'm fine, what about you mister quarter back! How's it going?" He rolled his eyes.
"Things are going good, and the cheerleaders look fucking hot as always." He winked "how come you don't go back on the cheerleading squad ?" He asked as I slouched down stuffing my hands into my pocket.

I was a cheerleader for freshman and sophomore year, I was happy there, but then...this year...I wasn't in a good shape...I weighed below what they required so I was kicked off the team.
"Bah, I have too much on my mind. Grades and my job. I don't have time." I lied through My mask.
"It sucks without you as a cheerleader, you were the best captain. Now they have terrible moves man! Wish you could reconsider. People miss you in the field. You were the best towards us at football practice." I use to be very outgoing and helped out with practice with water and towels and sometimes joined their work outs, and no not pushing and slamming against stuff! But the other simple things.

When I was a normal girl.

The bell rung and he threw away his stuff as we walked out the door and he walked me to class in silence.
"I miss you." He mumbled as I stopped in front of the door frame of my class, my back facing him.

I miss my old self too.

"Have a good day Zack." I said happily (fake) as I heard him walk away I went into my sit. We all stuck onto the chair our arms mechanically opening the text book for government honors as we slave through the words.

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