You Were Saying About Reality?

Hi. I'm Kayla. Kayla Randell. I sort of hate my life. Crying for hours a day. I'm that kid at the back of the room who hates answering questions and talking. That is at school. My life is like a movie. Non-realistic.

Day 1:

School. I don't want to be here. I only wake up in the morning to hope this whore Stephanie State is dead. She's a blonde. Bleach blonde. Fake tits. She's a cake face. Thinks she's better than everyone else just because she has MY old boyfriend. His name is Peter. Orange glasses. Big blue eyes. Dirty blonde hair. He loves me. He tells me all the time. But not in person. He dates Steph. Me and her were good friends. I was popular. Then she told Peter I was a fat kid. I was... but I lost all the weight. I was 147 and now I'm 103. That's way below average for a 15 year old with my height. I was friends with everyone. Then Stephanie told everyone I cut because of them. For making me happy. For being friends with me. I do cut. But I don't show it off to everyone in the school like 2 hoes in my High School. Clairy and Jennifer. All of my friends= gone. I have one left. Shay Ng. She is my life. I'll write later. Steph is walking this way. She'll be a bitch as usual and snatch this out of my ha-

She walked up to me in her super slim skinnys and black boots with a pink crop top. Hair down past her elbows. "Gimme that," she grabs at my book while Peter holds her waist.

I nod no.

"Gimme that damn book!"

"Stephanie, can you like... not.?" I say pretending to chew strawberry gum and talk in a snotty tone.

"I don't talk like that do I babe?" She leans over and kisses Peter on the lips. He mouths 'I miss you' in the middle of their hug to me and puts his head down facing his black and green Pumas.