I slammed the door shut. "Great what a perfect way to start a day!" I rush to my closet and pull out a black and white top and some comfortable leggings. I quickly change into them and realize that I can't wear the top I was wearing. It was a short sleeve top.. I huffed and went back in the closet.
Why does every little thing in my life have to be chaotic and unfair and... And... UGGHHH!
"Why do I do this to myself?" I sobbed as I sat down criss cross staring at my slashed wrists.
I tried to keep myself together. I got up and slipped on a sweater twice my size. "Who gives a living shit what I wear!" I yelled at myself as I slipped on my backpack onto my shoulder. I ran down the stairs, opened the door and felt a cool breeze hit my face. How bad can this really be?
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This is it. I opened the glossy red doors, only to witness the sight of teens in freshly ironed clothes, new backpacks and people hugging everywhere. Where do I go? What's my first period class? Oh god, I probably look like an Oompa Loompa in this sweatshirt.As I make my way down the hallways, I bump into a red head girl with dark brown eyes. Her books go flying off her hands. Oh no. Please say no one saw that. Please say no one saw that. I look around to see everyone minding their own business. Phew.
I snap back to reality. Right... The books.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"It's okay, no need to be sorry, accidents happen." She smiles at me as I help pick her books up.
"I'm Melissa, you can call me Meli for short." She extends her hand out.
I shake her hand.. Could this really be happening. Oh yes! Now I have someone to sit with at lunch, and someone to guide me to my class.. And a friend! An actual friend!
"Oh hi.. I-I'm Luna.." I stutter awkwardly. What am I doing with my life!! I'm such an awkward person.
"Do you need some help getting to your class?"
"That would be great" I nod as I give her my schedule.
"Room 307B biology, guess that makes two of us!"
We have a mini convo on our way up the stairs about the teachers and students here. We arrive to class 307b. Meli grabs my wrist and walks in the class.
"Hello, Mr. Shepard!" Meli says as I tug my hand off of hers.
"You're late.."
"Sorry, I was just helping Luna. She's a new student here."
I could feel 32 pairs of eyes staring at me. Is there something in my teeth? Is it my hair? I hope it's not this big sweater that's catching everyone's eyes.
"Sit in the back young lady. And Meli, we will talk about this after class." He points to an empty seat next to a good looking guy.
'I silently inspect him. Hmm? His notebook is so neatly organized with notes. That's one good cell drawing. I can't draw for my life. How can he be so good looking and smart? Shut up Luna! He probably thinks you're weird and ugly. Just because he has a nice face doesn't mean he's nice. Besides... Who can be friends with anyone like you. You don't even have a real heart. Now snap out of it and stop-...'
"Hey." He whispers, trying not to get caught talking.
"Hi" I say in the most squirming and awkward voice ever.
"First time here?"
"Y-yeah"
"Chris."
"Luna." I reply with an ugly smile.
"I like that name."
"Thanks." DAMMIT. AWKWARRRRRDD.
"Chris, answer my question." Mr.Shepard says as his arms are crossing his chest and his left foot tapping the floor in a rhythmic beat.
"The impulse starts in a small bundle of specialized cells located in the right atrium, called the SA node. The electrical activity spreads through the walls of the atria and causes them to contract. This forces blood into the ventricles. Meaning the SA node sets the rate and rhythm of your heartbeat."
HOW?? HE WASN'T EVEN LISTENING.WHAT A BRAINIAC.
Mr.Shepard turns back around to the board in defeat.
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In love with a pigs heart
Teen Fiction14 year old Luna has lived with depression ever since her mother died. She also suffered a heart condition when she was 12. Her only chance of survival was getting a heart transplant... From a pigs heart. With a cruel stepdad, an agonizing state of...