I did it

I Did It-Chapter 1

 I woke up slowly. I look at my alarm clock. 5:45 am. I sigh. I look at my wall of posters. My role models. Band members. I'll never be as good as them. They're the chosen handful of this world that were made to be successful. I check my Facebook and my iFunny account. Nothing worth reading or looking at. I have to leave for the bus stop in an hour. I go into the bathroom and take a shower. After I get out, I grab my jewelry box and take off the lid. My beautiful razor blades. Some new, some old, some with dried blood, some with no blood, some sharp, some dull. Either way, they're beautiful. I take one of the new ones out, and put it to my wrist and go over my cuts from yesterday and the days before. So much blood. I can't believe I haven't passed out yet. 

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After putting on my FFR (Fit for Rivals) band shirt, ripped up, gray skinny jeans, and black vans, I grab my backpack and my iPod. I walk to the bus stop. 6:40 am. Just in time. The bus comes and picks me up. I do my make-up on the bus. Black eye-shadow, black eye-liner, and mascara. I put my hair up in a bun, since it was still wet. 

Before long, the bus was filled with kids. It was getting loud so I put my ear buds in, listening to BMTH. As soon as I set my iPod down, pieces of paper get thrown at me saying things like "emo freak," "go kill yourself," and various other names. I crumble them up then throw them out the window. I hear everyone on the bus laughing. It happens every day and I'm getting sick of it. That's why I asked to sit in the back. I even told the bus driver about the notes they give me but she doesn't do anything about it. 

I turn up my music and look out the window. I see the school. I can't wait for summer break in a few months. I'm staying inside and reading my book series and practicing my art skills, and get away from this hell hole. I can't wait any longer. 

I walk off the bus as slow as I can. I really wish I would've pretended I was sick. I hate school. My grades are poor and I don't even pay attention anymore. I've stopped caring. I quit caring a long time ago. About school, friends, family, myself, everything. I may not be popular now, but soon. Soon they'll see, when they're finally all around me, wishing they would've done something to notice me. Soon.. soon.