The Cutter [ON HOLD]

Goes from Bad to Terrible

 I Slowly walk in, I really don't want to be hear. Seeing a bunch of people starring at me like always. I don't mind it but it gets so fucking annoying to see people whisper to there buddys and say 'oh hey thats fath the freak.' Or even 'oh hey thats faith she cut herelf what a freak.' Nobody truly understands. The Only person who understands is Jenna but she commited suicide last year.

I go to my locker and I can't wait to see if there is any thing there today. I look at my locker. Holy shit theres nothing on my locker. The bell rings for classes to start. I try to hurry up. One of my books falls out of my hand and drops to the ground. I shut my locker and then bend down to pick it up. I come back up and start to walk, but I run into someone and fall back on my butt. Ow, that kind of hurts.

"What the fuck buddy!"

I yell at who ever pushed me down.

"I'm so sorry."

I hear a male voice say. I see a hand shoot my way to help me up. I smack it away pretty hard. I stand up all by myself. I'm on my feet again, as I get to see who knocked me down.

It's a guy with glasses on his face and his eyes are a sweet Light blue and he has the nicesest and a very soft looking brown hair I just want to run my fingers through his soft and pretty hair.

Maybe its not that bad of a day after all.