Beautifully Broken Souls

.•°*chapter 2*°•.

My days go on autopilot.

I zone out, my body does all the work.
Get out of the bed at 6:00 am, brush my teeth, take a shower, comb my hair, dress up in the school uniform, eat breakfast, drink a cup of milk, leave the house. Then I go to the bus stop to catch the school bus and go to the school.

Chrysalis high school.

For a few, it's hell, some say it's a place where they meet friends and for some it's where you train for when you leave for the outer world. Where there is no mercy and people are like animals and you have to fight your way to the top.
That's what it for me, a place where I go to train.

Entering this place that we call school and going to meet friends. Well I wish I could say that but I can't.

Let's just say that the school' population (which increases by a few people every year) is divided into so many groups, or as they call it, 'cliques'.
The Queen B's, jocks, cheerleaders, the bad boys, nerds,the dancers and many more. Bit the last of them, which don't belong to any of the groups, are the loners.

I am a part of the loners. But it wasn't always like that. It all changed after that happened.

So the Queen B's ate the so called beauty queens. They think they rule everything just because they are pretty, but bitchy to everyone else.
The jocks are like the female version of the Queen B's. But then they at least do something for their physique, the Queen B's just starve themselves. Then the cheerleaders, but we all know how they are. The bad boys are rumored to be the drug lords, Street racers and all that. But I think on the inside they all are sweet
(A/N just saying this is not a romance between a loner and the bad boy. Sorry if you are disappointed)
but then, I'm no judge. Then come the dancers, well they all are Street dancers. More than half of my old crew go here but they don't acknowledge me anymore. Well why would they? I was the one cut them all off.

And then us loners? Well we just stay out of everyone's life and live our own. Most people taunt us and bully us. But they don't know anything about us. They don't even care about us. They believe that we are broken. Weak. But not everything goes as they believe. I think they are broken souls. No, beautifully broken souls. We have so much from our past that it brings us down and doesn't let go. But then, we don't know what other people have gone through. I believe we all have our reasons. Which is why I don't judge anyone anymore. Because, well, I am broken and broken souls don't judge. They believe in them and stand and survive. But in the end, we all are survivors.

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