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Prologue:
I woke up to the sound of my iPhone notifications beeping. I sat up, getting off of my bed. I walked past my phone on my desk where my laptop and school supplies were. All of that hate was too much for me, why should I even look at the comments? I saw the Twitter icon, Instagram icon, Kik icon, Facebook icon, all of the social media's you can name pop up out of the corner of my eye while I was walking to the bathroom. I shut the door, locked it, and stared at myself in the mirror. My bold hazel eyes started to look glassy, meaning I was going to cry. I buried my face in my hands. This was all too much. I grabbed my hair, yanking it a bit, making me feel better. Tears rolled down my face, but I quickly wiped them away. I didn't want to start another morning like this. I took some deep breaths, facing myself in the mirror once again. I smiled at my reflection, knowing it was a fake smile. I sighed, remembering what my best friend Jade had told me before she moved to Maine: Whenever you feel down, look at yourself in the mirror, tell yourself you're beautiful and that nothing will get to you. The more you say it, the more confident you'll feel. Hearing Jade's voice in my head, I put on a real smile and said aloud, "I'm beautiful, and no one should tell me otherwise. Nothing will get to me no matter what."
After letting it out, I felt a little better. Not as much as I thought I would be, but it felt good. I missed Jade with all my heart I would give anything to see her again. I turned on the sink, splashing my face with warm water. I dried myself when I was done, throwing my hair up in a bun. I quickly brushed my teeth, then released my bun and brushed my hair, letting it flow down my shoulders. I decided to just leave it alone today, just let it down. I strolled out of the bathroom, picking clothes out of my closet. I picked skinny blue jeans, alone with a plain gray tee, tucking it in once I had it on. I put on my red high tops, ready to go.
My house had absolute dead silence surrounding it. My dad was probably at work, my brother still asleep, and my mom, well...she's not living with us anymore. She moved to another state, basically. I walked over to a bowl of muffins, grabbing a plain chocolate one. I sunk my teeth into the heaven, throwing the wrapper away when I was done. Seeing I had zero time left, I ran to my room to fetch my phone. It didn't surprise me much that my phone was still lit up from all of the notifications. I tried so hard not to look at the comments because I knew it would hurt me, but it was hard since I was right in front of it, ready to take it to school. I got tweets from people that said I had threatened people to kill themselves, aka rumors about me, comments on Instagram of people cussing me out and calling me things, Kik chain letters, with Facebook summing up all of what I just said out of all media's. Hot tears grew in my eyes, my throat feeling clogged up. I stomped down the hall, clutching my phone in my hand, clearly not in the mood. I stuffed it into the front pocket of my backpack with frustration, slamming the door behind me when I walked out. I stumbled down the driveway as tears of anger streamed down my face. I honestly had no idea what I did wrong to those people hating on me. I wiped my tears with my sweater that was flung over my shoulder. I turned the curb, seeing my school straight ahead. I lived close to it, yeah okay. As I dragged my feet towards hell, I heard kids snickering at me and heard laughs from them. I put my chin up in the air. If only I had my best friend here with me. I'm never going to get a best friend here.
I reached the front doors of my school, already hearing torture calling my name. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths, opening the doors. I stepped in, not wanting to look up. I could already feel all eyes on me. I felt like I was a black hole. Everyone was talking until I walked past them. Well ain't that fantastic. A few seconds later, I was standing right in front of my small blue locker. I opened it, getting my Science binder out. I gulped hard, feeling a little ball in my throat like I was going to cry again. I closed my eyes, my lips trembling. Yep, I was going to cry.
