Chapter 3:

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Maths - Boring
History - Boring
Science - Boring
Music - Boring
P.E. - My favourite lesson
This term we were doing Dance, one of the very few things I'm good at. I go to Dance lessons every week, twice a week. I swear people can't even do the simplest of steps with out tripping over themselves. Its not that hard! Sometimes, when I am going through harder times, I just put music on and dance. Its my escape from reality. Probably the only reason why I haven't killed myself yet. Its a portal into another world, where I can be myself without the stress of fitting in or the depressing feeling of loneliness. It was the one place I could be free, the only place I could be free.
I fake a smile as I leave the P.E. block, desperate to get home. Before I know it, the bus arrives and I sit down, headphones on. I ignore the rest of the world and just block everything out.
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Thanks for reading!
Thanks to bekka for some of the sentences❤

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