I used to hate him, but then his little sister told me there dad beats them.

I used to hate him, but then his little sister told me there dad beats them. 3

She found it esay enough to hate my guts and take the piss out of me not forgeting the rumors she spreed. all of that just added up into a more shity day for me. if that was what they where aiming for thats what they accomplished. clap clap for them well done, thanks a bunch Cassy.

its funny really thinking about what me and Rhys have been throught together. what Rhys knows about me. he still here still by my side. i would go as far as saying he was my best friend maybe that might be pushing it considering the conversations we have or lack of i should say.

we dont talk alot but then again with his mum being a susidal drunk and my dad ... well an asshole.

what the hell are we going to talk about. heres a guess. death, life, shity parents and how much god likes to spit on us. yeah that would be nice not.... *last ch.*

you could understand how we found it difficult

know matter what my problems are all i could think of was Is Jessica Ok?

entering home room - i was late but nothing sir would screem at - i fixed my hair to cover the scares an bruises on my face.

Rhys already parted for his home room. last year we shared a lot of classes it wasn't as bad with him around. i sure hope its the same this year, but then again god will probebly won't to piss on me and stop it from happening.

here goes nothing i pushed through the door, a nod from sir told me i was exscused. the only other thing i had to deal with was a cupple of giggles herre and there from girls in the class. i'm not sure if they where the same as the people from last year.

As i sat down in the back of the class. i was terraffide no dinying it.

was my noise bleeding from last nights beating or what. as casuly as i could manage i wiped my noise with the back of my hand cheaking for any blood.

there was nothing there.

but then it happened, it gushed down. fuck. its like i willed it. what did i fucking say god fucking hates me.

no one notised as i held the briage of my noise and keeped in my discunfort at the back of the class. once again i ask why me?

it turned out we prity much had a free day. we picke dup 'the new yearpackage' at the front desk. it held your classes, times, new lunch menu, up coming events and all crappy shit like that.

prity much as soon after all that sir shot out of class and left in his wake a room full of pushing and shuving student all heading for the door.

i sat thier in the back of the class, waiting till things quitened down with my blood gushing noise for compainy.

soon everyone gone and i started on my way out.