At lunch I would sit by myself. I would try to sit at the table that was farthest way from everyone. Lunch isn't easy for me two reasons, one I get remind that all my friends bailed on me. I look out and see everyone laughing and talking with each other. The second reason is that I don't like eating in front of people. I'm not super skinny but any adult would say I was average size. But that's not how I saw myself and that wasn't how the kids at school saw me either. There have been times were they would see me eating they would call me pig and make pig sounds. They would say if I eat anymore that I would break the table. So I would either try to sneak in bites without anyone noticing and just want for lunch to be over or I would only eat one thing at lunch.
My last class of the day was Biology and it was also the class I hated the most. I was stuck in room with some of the girls that had a start in ruing my life in the 8th grade. See when I was in 8th grade I was cheerleader( I know not my best idea) any way so I was a cheerleader and I was different from the other cheerleaders. I didn't look like them I didn't act like them. I was the odd one out.
Well for some stupid reason I believe that the other cheerleaders liked me. Then one night I was messaging on the computer with one of them. She asked me who I liked I replied by saying the name of the boy that I had a crush on forever. She then ask me if she could tell other girls, I said fine but they better not tell anyone or I would hurt them.
Now in my mind I was saying it as joke I mean my friends and me would say that to each other and laugh. Well the next day at school this girl told all her friends that I said I wanted to kill her and I spent that day getting talked about and looked at. It was miserable and it was probably the first big hit that I took that leaded to the path I'm on now.
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Short Story"It was like any other night, my parents went to bed earlier and I stayed up. I did the same routine every night mostly. I close and lock my door, get my pencil sharpener out and unscrew it to get to the blade. Then I would sit on my bed and take...
