I'm coming after you

Prologue: September 6, 1975

  The walk was to class was painful seeing all the people I didn't want to see but also knowing that this is the last place I wanted to be right now! The pain of finding your classes, locker and lunch schedule was all too much for me. I hated it with a good passion; how can anyone love school? One things for sure I don't! Why is there the bullies, the jocks, the populars, the gothic crowd, the stoners/partiers, tom boys and girls, the nerds, and geeks, actors and actresses and last but not least the artists. Everyone should just want to have fun and not bring people down but that's my perfect world, actually probably a lot of people's, sadly it will never happen.

  I'm tired of being the one left out or the broken heart from friends and romance(the deadly of all deadly curses in this lifetime). Where will I fit into all of this? But the lonely writer sits alone because everyone is afraid of what she is going to say about people even though they have never read a word of mine. The day starts off with my worst class (English 10 honors). The teacher even put me in the front (Fun) I kept on having to tell myself that everything is going to be ok but everyone's eyes stayed on me throughout the period but before the bell could ring and let me leave this prison called a classroom the teacher called on me to answer question #1; me why me! I look down at my paper that was the only question on the paper that I didn't answer because I just didn't know what to say (also did I tell you that she makes us stand up to answer the questions). I read the question a few times and than gave the teacher an answer but when the words left my mouth I knew I said the wrong thing because the class started to break into a chorus of laughter. I sat back down embarrassed while the teacher asked someone for the right answer which they gave her right away; I was getting more embarrassed by the second that I actually think that my face was getting redder and redder by the second. This was awful but once the bell rang I basically got up and ran straight out of the class like I didn't want to be here at all. Next period hit my favorite topic.................History but guess what the class is so slow and filled with stupid classmates ("the pops" that aren't that smart at all, either because they don't care or because nothing if going on up there!). So done right now! Hate school, Hate it! The day went on and every part of the day a door was closed in my face; I don't even know what to do anymore! Everything sucks ass anyway or the other.

   yOU WANT TO KNOW THE BIG QUESTION OF THE DAY, HERE IT GOES: Why is everyone like "We form to your needs" but when it comes times for someone like me that actually needs help you get put into these classes that are really for "dumb people" but they say that you need it, so you do it anyways. Well if anyone fucking cared they would actually listen to me and wouldn't keep on bring me deeper and deeper into a hole of emptiness. 

  First day of school? No last day of school! I'm never going back there again!

                                                Signed Lauren

 I was in my bedroom when mom yells for me to come downstairs to the kitchen. I quickly jot down my last thoughts for the day and ran downstairs to her. Own my way down I started to think about the first time I ever wrote in my life; the feel of the pen going across the paper from a bursting idea and how it changed from everyone of my friends dying to read my stories to everybody being scared of me (to this day I stil don't know why everyone left me all of a sudden). My wrighting went from fun to my entire life with no friends and a mom thats always at work; it really became the joy of my life in this mortal world. My mom still doesn't know that I have no life; I finally get downstairs and the first thing my mom ask is.........................."How was your day? Honey!" 

  I don't even know how to answer what she just asked me; it's like my mind has gone blank with shock because that's one the question that I didn't know how to answer. Instead I just smile and say "It was great! I talked to grace and Miley." (old friends of mine; the ones I had before my stories took over my life) I'm such a good liar it's scary. We talked on and on about school and every question she asked me I had to lie about and told her what she wanted to hear. Except the last question she asked me, which really shocked me "Still liking creative writing class?" I didn't know what to say, I was still in shock! I take a deep breath and answer truthly by saying "Yes"