Depressing thoughts from my teenage world~

Two

  "TURN IT OFF!" I hear the words and sit up quickly. My music isn't that loud but Hunter seems to be pounding on my door, yelling at me to turn it off. I hit the stop button on my speaker and the music ceases. I hear him mumbling while his footsteps head away from my door. I glance at the clock. It's 9:13. Which means I only slept for about two and a half hours of sleep just now. I get up anyway and open my curtain a little bit. I look outside at the dark world out there. There is a street light a ways down the road that lets me see a cat run across the street. I glance up at the sky, seeing things that look like stars. They are probably just satellites because they are too bright and too few of them to be stars. The lights in this town must be too bright to let me see any real stars. There are some air plains up there and I hate this artificial sky. I get back in bed and just lay there until I fall asleep. 

  Stupid fake sky.

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  I open my eyes and slam my hand down on the dismiss button of my alarm clock. Curse that thing. 5:30. I roll out of bed and stretch a little bit. I walk over to my dresser and grab some black bootcuts, then to my closet to grab a black shirt with holes in the shoulders and a white band around the bottom. In the bathroom, I put my makeup on and brush my hair. Afterwards I head downstairs and trip down the last three steps. I put my headphones in and listen to whatever is on my playlist. 

  Once at school I sit on my bench and look down with my headphones still in. The same thing every day. The bell rings again and I go to my locker. A kid tries to trip me in the hall and I step over his attempt and keep going, even while he glares at me. No one does anything while I'm at my locker today but something will happen. Something will always happen. Some people say that it's karma. I have always thought that karma is when something bad happens because you did something wrong. I don't know a word that stands for my situation. It's like every time something good happens for me something even worse than last time happens. 

  In first period the teacher introduces us to a new student. Supposedly she was to be coming here sooner but gets sick a lot. We're already six weeks into school. Her name is Kitta. She has really long brown hair and dark brown eyes. She is wearing blue jeans and a light green top. She looks like a porcelain doll. Whatever. 

  The day went on as usual, other than the new kid was in a few of my other classes. It's passing time before fifth hour and the new kid seems to be in this class too. She is half way across the room in front of me and sitting quietly in a desk by herself. Some snickering boys that were in the other back corner of the room, get up and walk over to her. 

  "Nice haircut. Oh wait, it doesn't look like you've ever had it cut." One of them said and the other two started laughing. "What's with that?"

  She stares at him for a second but decides she should answer. "Umm. I just wanted my hair-"

  The boy interrupted her before she could finish. "Oh, hold on. You weren't actually suppose to answer. Seriously what kind of school did you go to before?" A different boy spoke. 

  She hesitates before thinking she should answer. Although she should be ignoring them. "I was home schooled. Why?" 

  "Wow, she's stupid." The first one says turning around and laughing with the others. Just then one of them pulls on some of her hair and she squeals. 

  "Why don't you idiots go find someone else to bother?" I ask only loud enough for them to hear me. Their heads shoot up to look at me. 

  "Oh so now the emo punk is standing up for someone? Why don't you shut up and go slit your wrist again just to get an excuse to go home early? If you can't handle the heat... you already know that no one would miss you." 

  "Ah but annoying you idiots is always so much fun. Though I guess I could haunt you if I died... On second thought, I don't want to see your ugly mugs even after I'm dead." I smirked. 

  They walk over to me looking really mad. "I thought we've already taught you to keep your mouth shut." One of them says once they are at my desk. 

  "Uh it's called "Freedom of Speech" so I can talk as much as I want." Challenge accepted. 

  I've never actually cared enough to remember their names but one of them decides it'd be funny to take my pencil and jab it into my arm. I pull away and cover my arm. I move my hand and look at it. There is blood running from the stab wound and a small hole in my shirt. I'm not actually surprised. I get up and quickly kick him hard in the shin. Sadly that was at a time that the teacher came in and saw me. He wrote me a slip and told me to go to the office. I glared and then went back to my desk to grab all of my stuff and leave. 

  I get to the office and the teacher must have called the principle because as soon as I walk in he starts yelling at me and the desk ladies are glaring at me. 

  "I will not tolerate violence in this school! You are suspended!" His booming voice could be heard half-way down the hall. I stand there with a blank expression even though my eyes are narrowed. I walk up to the desk of one of the ladies and grab the paper she was filling out for me and leave. I can't exactly get a ride so I tie my undone shoelace and start walking home. 

  A six and a half mile walk later, I finally step onto my porch. It's really late. I pull out my phone to check the time. 8:42. Great. 

  I open the door and walk past Hunter, whom is watching TV in the living room. I walk straight into the kitchen after dropping my backpack on a chair. I rummage through the cupboards but can't find anything. I glare at everything and then head upstairs and into my room. I change into a black tank top because I still had the shirt with blood caked on the sleeve. I examine my small injury while scrubbing some of the extra blood off. It's not that big but you could probably tell it was from a pencil. 

  My feet freaking hurt from the five and a half hour walk. I get in bed and put my headphones in and log on to my laptop. I search for an anime to watch and come up with nothing. So I listen to music and read. 

  After a while, that apparently wasn't that long, my door creaks open and Sharley walks in. I glare at her while pulling a headphone out. "What do you want?" 

  "Hunter ordered pizza so I brought you a slice. You're welcome." I glare at her while she sets the plate on my nightstand. "But I need a favor." 

  I knew it. "Again, what do you want?"

  "Well I am going shopping with some friends tomorrow and need some money." She says, playing with a strand of hair. 

  "How much?"

  "Umm... is twenty-five ok?"

  I glare harder but get up and grab the money to hand it to her. She takes it then leaves without saying another word. There is really no point in going to bed on time since I'm suspended so I guess I can re-watch an anime. Which one do I wanna watch though? I scroll through my history and pictures and realize I never finished Soul Eater. Sounds good. I sit on my bed with a blanket around me, eating my slice of pizza, my laptop on my legs with Soul Eater playing and my headphones in. I would get yelled at if someone else heard so I have to have headphones for everything. 

  I want to go to sleep now because I am tired but I want to watch the next episode. I pull my headphones out and close my laptop. While I set my laptop on the nightstand my phone vibrates. That's weird. I don't have any friends and why would I be getting a notification at this time. I glance at the alarm clock and read 2:56 AM. I check it anyway. 

  Thanks. Do you wanna hang out tomorrow? 

  Who the heck is this?! I read it over and over again. It's probably a prank or something. Then my phones vibrates again. 

  Hello? This is Haro right? 

  What do they want?! I text them back quickly. 

  Yes, I am Haro. No.

   I go to set my phone back down but it vibrates again. 

  Ok. Maybe some other time. 

  I stare at the screen for a while and turn my phone off. I set it on the stand and roll over to try to sleep. I fall asleep to random thoughts and wonder who that person was. It doesn't matter. It's just a prank or some random jerk.