" Fuck. " I say to myself as I slowly look over to the extremely bright digital clock. I was late, again. Not that it bothered me but my mom would kill me if I skipped again. For months I had dreaded school. It was more than just the stupidity of it all, more than just the assholes they call teachers. It's all my head, my brain is set to default, once things become tough you
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It's the only thing i've ever known to do in a bad situation. School was the place I hated the most, more than home and that's saying a hell of a lot.
home
/ h ō m /
noun
the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.
Yeah.... no. Home is hell, more fights, more scars, more bruises. Permanently my ass, " home " is not a place I plan on staying very long. Damn I might even get out of here before my junior year. Sure it might be just a smidgen illegal but i'm a rebellious ass teen, what do you expect.
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Short StoryEllis, a 15 year old searching for security and love in a place which lacks it all. Till this one day..... • • • Trigger Warnings: Suicidal thoughts/ actions, mention of self harm, mention of abuse.
