Chapter Two

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I went home that day crying. As usual. Nothing has changed. As I walked into my front door, no one was home as I expected. I went to my room and turned on my music as loud as possible. I locked my door. I sat on the floor because I have no bed. My parents hate me, remember? I sat on the floor on top of my blankets on the floor. I put on my Asking Alexandria, Another Bottle Down.

I was hungry so I walked into the kitchen and looked in the cabinets, only finding chocolate pop-tarts. I settled because I was so hungry. I decided after that pop-tart that I would get a shower, then try to sleep. I had a major headache from the music. The shower helped my headache some but not a lot. I fell asleep not too long after that.

I woke up but I did not want to. I got dressed in some black skinny jeans and a Memphis May Fire shirt. The shoes I put on were boots. The had studs. I did my hair and makeup just making it out of the door on time. The bus was just coming around the corner. I took my seat alone on the way to school blasting my music in my ears. I didn't want to hear the world. I wanted to block it all out.

I get to school and go to homeroom. For once the bus was actually early. I walk to my seat that is in the corner of the room with the window right there. I looked out of the window and admire the fall colors blooming onto the trees. I continue looking outside and listening to music until I see everyone start to stand up to leave.

As I get to my art class, I put my music lower because last time the teacher yelled at me for my music being too loud. I walk in and she tells us to continue working. I do this, and I finally finished the orange we had to draw. Then I began to work on the spoon next. I had about two minutes left in class so I started to clean up and someone tapped my shoulder as I was going to put my things in the folder. I turned around and one girl was there. She has always bullied me, so I ignored her, rolled my eyes,  and walked back to my seat. The bell rang and my volume went back up.

Second period was boring. Nothing really happened and I made my way to third period. This was the class that my crush was in. As I walked into the room I looked down at the ground. He was already in the room. I looked over at him and smiled. He smiled back and took out his phone. As always. But this time was different.

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