Not Everything Has A Happy Ending

Dear Diary

Today was the first day of school and I was terrified. I didn't know anyone and didn't have any friends.

My mum pulled up outside of a tall and scary building named "St. Peters High School, London". This was the beginning to the end, the worst part is that I knew I wouldn't fit in here. I don't fit in anywhere.

I walked into the school and I was getting stares from people who don't even know me. They were all judging me behind my back, although it wasn't really behind my back because I could see them looking and talking about me.

All the girls looked the same. They all had pink dresses and leggings while I had a crop top, a grey zip up jumper and blue jeans with rips across them everywhere. I also had my black converse while they had pink high heels on.

My hair was up in a messy bun with a bandana supporting it. The only part of me I liked was my hair, it is brown, thick and it goes down to my elbows. It is naturally wavy and not fake waves like all the girls in this schools hair. They all had their hair down and wavy but it was obviously faked.

My makeup was mascara, eyeliner and concealer while they were looking like makeup guru's off YouTube.

I knew I wasn't going to fit in, I was way too different from everyone else. Even the unpopular kids had pink on. Maybe it was like the saying from mean girls where they say "On Wednesdays we wear pink!" But instead of Wednesdays it would be Everyday.

All the guys here were so attractive but they all stared at the girls wearing pink and high heels. I was a nobody.

That's what I thought until I saw one looking at me and when he saw I noticed he quickly looked away.

That was the first time I met him. His amazing blue eyes and black hair was something you would spot straight away in a crowd. He was tall and muscular. I had a feeling we would met again but my life isn't normally that good so I wasn't expecting anything.

My thoughts got interupted by someone shoving me onto the floor and kicking my everywhere.  That person then threw my books everywhere and pulled my hair so hard that the hair tie snapped and hit right next to my eye. Then he punched me, my cheeks, eye and jaw. It hurt so much.

I was crying and I quickly ran out of the school and when I got home ripped off my jumper, took out my blade and went at it for hours. I hated school. I didn't want to go back.

I needed more sleeping pills to sleep. I had nightmares but I was used to it by now anyway. I want to die