Chapter 1

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June 4th,
The hallway blurred around me as I ran. I only stopped when I slammed into a locked and fell tumbling onto the ground. I got up but by the time I was up I was surrounded. Let's back up. My name is Myra Riffens. I am 13 and in 8th grade. 2 days ago I was a nobody. The uncool kid who struggled to fit in and never really had true friends. You would expect me to be bullied but I wasn't. I was ignored and usually I was only upset because I was called annoying. My life at school was hard and full of disappointments. Before all of this happened I had just settled down in a friend group that obviously didn't like me. Or at least I thought. I had been with them for weeks eating lunch until I realized I wasn't really good at anything they were. School had done terrible things to me. So why am I writing this story? I am writing it because I want my story to be known. I want people to learn from the mistakes I made. But before you continue I will give you a 2 spoilers. 1, this story doesn't have a happy ending. 2, I will comment a lot of my actions. So 2 days ago I was unpopular and bored. Along with that I had felt worthless and sometimes wondered why I was even in this world. The only people who I really thought cared about me was my older sister and my parents. I never tell them about my depressing school life because I don't want them to be involved.

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