Chapter 2

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As I drive in my car and pull into hell I see my one and only bestfriend Jake. He's been here for me since 3rd grade and now being a freshman in high school we've kinda been through a lot. I get out of my car and walk with Jake to my locker.
"So I was thinking,since it's Friday and we always hangout on Fridays we should go to the mall and get some new clothes for our big trip next weekend" Jake said
"HELLO ARIANA ARE YOU LISTING TO ME"
I snap out of my daze.
"Who's that guy?" I said while pointing to a tall fierce looking boy at his locker.
"I don't know but he looks like someone you do not want to mess with."
As I ignore jakes comment I walk up to the let's just call him 'new kid'.
"Hi I'm Ariana,are you new?"
"Yeah I am now would you leave me alone."the new kid said as he walked away.
"Okay your right lets just stay away from him" I said to Jake while giggling a little.

RINGGGGGGGG

   The new kids P.O.V
New school and I already scared someone away. I didn't mean to be rude to her but I was already bothered by my family at home. She was very pretty and I might never get to tell her since I scared her off. The next time I see her I will tell her sorry.

Ariana P.O.V
I walk into class and the first thing I hear is of course Ashley and her friends giggling.
"Omg Ariana I just love you too where did you get it? Justice?" As they continue to giggle
I walked around to my desk and feel a push on my back.
"What arnt you gonna say anything huh? You know what it would be so much better if you just killed yourself. No one likes you and no one ever will" Ashley said while grabbing my wrist.
"Hey everyone look Ariana Pena cuts herself. So pathetic." As she throws my hand down and continues to laugh.
I felt the tears coming down my face but faintly felt a tap on my shoulder and looked behind me. It was the new kid.
"Look I'm sorry for this morning my day didn't start off good at all and I just saw that and-"
I cut him off " Its fine you don't need to apologize I'm used to it now. Ever since 3rd grade this has been going on."
The tears are flowing out harder then ever and I get up and walk out of the classroom. I don't even look behind me. I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Maybe she is right maybe it would be better to just die.

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