Luna:
1:30 PM.
Sometimes I feel as if I am going insane. I hear voices in my head, and I think the strangest things. Then again, I bet many people think strange things. I got a 105 on that test I studied for. The whispers I received again satisfied me. They made me feel good. I was worth something to talk about, and I would see my mother’s neutral face form into one with a proud smile.
When the bell rang, the halls instantly filled. This was where it began. This was where I walked out, and once again, my thoughts were masked by a convincing smile. I was, once again, in the shadow of a girl who laughed at every single corny joke, and who smiled when people talked to her, and laughed when she made eye contact, and teased people playfully, and made sarcastic jokes, and loved puns.
I was not the girl I saw in the mirror everyday. I was not the girl that didn't study for her grades. I was not the girl who went to school as an optimist. I was not the girl who loved food, and wasn’t concerned with every little thing. I wasn’t the girl who didn’t cry over everything. I wasn’t the girl who naturally assumed the role of a leader, and knew exactly what to do. I wasn’t the girl who somehow understood math as if it were a second language. I was, once again, not even close to being me.
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Roman pour AdolescentsLyra: 2:25 PM. I bend down in front of the toilet and use my finger to trigger a gag reflex again. After I'm done, I take three mints, and chew some gum, and then I begin to cry. Why am I doing this again? I do know that doing this will make my teet...
