I woke up in the morning to my alarm clock blaring. "Dance, dance We're falling apart to half time Dance, dance And these are the lives you love to lead Dance, this is the way they'd love If they knew how misery loved me." I smacked the alarm clock and grunted as I rolled from my bed and hit the floor. School. Yay. (Note the sarcasm.)
I walked to my closet and threw on my Fall Out Boy t-shirt, along with my black ripped skinny jeans, and slipped into my black converse.
I stepped into the bathroom and started to fix my makeup. I put on some foundation, dark red lipstick, winged my eyeliner, and light mascara.
I began to straighten my pastel purple hair. I fixed it so that it was covering one eye, same as always. I grab my phone and earbuds from my nightstand throwing them in my bag, picked up my books off my desk, and grabbed my black leather jacket before running out the door.
I hurriedly made my coffee. It was five minutes until the bus ran. I ran out the front door and to the bus stop. Barely made it.
I climbed onto the bus and sat alone like usual. Not mad about it though. I like having a seat to myself.
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The breaks squealed and people began to get off the bus. I stood up and walked into the huge school I've been at for three and a half years now. I won't miss this.
When I stepped in the door, I was greeted the same way as usual, with someone shoving my books to the floor and sometimes sending me with them.
I made my way to my locker, ignoring all the comments. "Emo" "Stupid" "bitch" "anorexic whore." Same as always.
I threw my books in my locker and was about to pick up the ones for first period, when I noticed some people in a circle screaming things like: "Get him!" "Kill him!" "Die already!" "Punch him harder!"
I made my way through the crowd. In the middle, there was three football players punching and kicking a boy with long black hair. He was dressed in all black and he was curled up so that his knees were to his chest.
