Everything had begun to be more normal at school, at least as normal as tons of pre-teens and teenagers could be.
I slowly, but surely was gaining more friends, most of them were fake but they were people to talk to and I was a little more than despite at this point.
One of my classes had been changed (as I requested them to be) and I was more pleased with my new elective, which was band where I began to play flute.
I met most of my good friends there, which wasn't saying much as I only had three friends outside of band.
Even then, I enjoyed it, because for once I was decently happy with where my life was. It was a feeling I didn't usually get to feel.
To think, school was almost over by now, how time flew.
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Broken
Teen FictionHe'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...
