Another day passed as I did the best I could in school. Not talking to anyone if that could be avoided. Just another boring day. Everyone passes me while talking with their friends. After a while, you just get used to people not talking to you, listening to you, or even seeing you. The same thing repeats over and over. I go to school, go home, do homework, and go to bed. The same routine repeating itself over and over.
Sometimes I wish that it wasn't this way. Sometimes I wish that I had friends. Sometimes I wish they could see me.
But I know that's definitely not happening anytime soon.
I opened my locker and then wind started to pull at me from inside the locker. As if it were a vacuum cleaner picking up worthless dust. I started to fall inside the locker. I looked over my shoulder and the sweet innocent light was laughing at me.
Goodbye world.
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Alone
FantasyOne girl is alone in the world and nowhere to go. Until she finds a new world where she is safe. In this world, she matters more than she realizes. Is this better or worse than not mattering at all?
