Diary entry 3-
It's finally morning,it's over,the horrible nightmare I talked about. I wake up my mom rationally,"good morning mom" I spoke softly. "Good morning love" she answers softly. "We need to get ready",I shoo her out of my room praying to got she doesn't see my scars,she leave with no essence of knowledge about my scars. I slide on a Panic!at the disco shirt,throw on some black jeans and put on a black over sized sweater just for safety;I put on some foundation with some blush to hide the bruse that created in my nightmare. I walk patiently to the bus stop and wait for a good ten minuets,it comes and I see the only two people in this world that can make me happy. "Atlas!"They call in unison. I walk to them with a small smile on my face I had to glue to face this morning to make sure it doesn't fall off at all. "Hi guys!" I answer with an excited tone to my voice. I'm guessing they saw the circles under my eyes,they both asked the question;"The nightmare?"....I nodded my head slowly and I'm thinking to my self u idiotic piece of shit,u forgot your eyes! They both cheered me up by saying it was going to be a good day. I spoke to myself hopefully. Ingest to school and head to my locker and notice the one person who could ruin my day,Jaeger stallion,and as crappy as that name sounds your probably guessing he's rich,spoiled,and totally the opposite of me;well your right. "HEY KING OF THE DARK!" He yells across the hall like an idiot,I don't even know why he calls me that,he knows nothing about me,I guess cause I'm so apart from everyone. I ignore him and walk of,and u all know bullies they follow u everywhere,LIKE GLUE. Let's just say the day ended with a couple bruses and blood. That's all all diary and until tomorrow see ya'. I write the last sentence with agony. I do why I always do,but with different flaws and imperfections. Worthless,crap,and alone,I wrote with tears. Put the book up and slid under the covers,and slowly drifted off into a sleep I wish I didn't need.(I hope like the story so far as much as I do and thank u people,love u,and farewell)

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Atlas and a world of pain,sadness,and death.
General FictionNo description needed...none of this is real all made up...