I packed my backpack, and decided to take my "meds", why not, maybe they'd do something for me.
When I went to the kitchen my mother was reading the newspaper, not even looking up, I said nothing.
I left in silence, apart from me slamming the door.
School started that day. Joy, I got to continue to be beat up.
I took my time on this walk, it still took only 8 minutes.
No one greeted me in any way in the morning. I found that quite strange.
I nice looking teen, my age, I couldn't tell what sex or gender they were. When I asked they didn't respond. I felt they were male, and they were. A very attractive and handsome male, looking slightly feminine but masculine.
Someone else came into sight, he pushed my playfully exclaiming,
" Hey, how are ya!" I said nothing, keeping my silence momentarily.
" Fine, you." little emotion put into it.
" Good! Listen, I feel kinda bad, I want to be your friend. I don't know why you would or should listen to me. I'm sorry and that's all I can say.
Sorry for being an ass, for never helping you and for never reconsidering anything about you."
It was sincere, I knew he wasn't lying.The rest of the day was boring and uneventful, not much worth noting.
Only that only two people talked to me, that mysterious boy and the one who had apologized to me.
I skipped dinner, changed into shorts and a t-shirt, brushed my teeth then went to bed.
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Broken
Novela JuvenilHe's an outcast, the cliché target for bullies, and a broken family to help. He started off with enough problems, they said it would get better. It didn't and hasn't He learns that it's just going to be a painful roller-coaster, with little pleasure...