When I wake up, I look at my wrist. It wasn't a dream. I'm still on earth, I'm failing all of my classes, my crush doesn't like me back, and I have scars on my wrist.
I sigh. I get out of bed and put on my bracelets. Twenty øne pilots, P!ATD, Blink182, ACDC, my emerald green friendship bracelet, and my Lokai bracelet. I use those to cover the scars.
My name is Veronica, but just call me Ronnie.
As I brush my long, wavy jet black hair, I feel very sad, for I have school again today. Another day in the torture of ninth grade at Erie high school. People here every day chew me up, spit me out, and watch others step on me. I have no friends.
I guess it's because I have dissociative identity disorder and schizophrenia. On the second day of school I had a panic attack because one voice said that I was gonna fail and that that voice was a soothsayer.
And they were right.
I want to try again tonight and see if I succeed.
See what happens.
Will I succeed?
Will I get what I wanted?
Will I have to be here anymore?
Here is the last place I want to be.
Will this be my chance?
I can only try.
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AdventureI didn't understand what happened to me when I woke up in a place I never imagined. Here, cars fly. Here, people fly. Here, gay is the norm. Here, I have a wife. Here, everything is different.
