alternative (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

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Zeta's POV

Emerson's face flushed red as she cleared her throat and sat back in her seat. I held back a giggle, "Yeah, I got his phone number!" I whisper-shouted.

She made this weird happy face, "You guys are going to start dating and get married and have two kids named Ada and Kadan." I snorted, Nice names...

"But don't have sex too soon," she continued "that's when things get complicated and confusing... Not that I'd know..." I raised my eyebrow in disbelief "What? I don't! Anyway, little piece of advise..." she motioned me closer "love isn't a fight... but it's something worth fighting for..."

She literally just read the sticker she had on her binder.

I put my hand over my heart all dramatic-like, "Damn, Emerson... that's deep... but cringey af." I wipe an invisible tear away and we chortled. The teacher cleared her throat really loudly, "Are you girls done?" I quickly begin writing, "Yes, sorry Mrs. Thompson." She rolled her eyes and went back to her Sudoku.

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I took a deep breath and looked up as sweat beaded down my forehead, I did a loud sigh of relief as I finished the cut. My wrists were bleeding so badly from how many cuts were on my left arm. I took off all the bandages and decided to just wrap my whole arm.

It always feels better after a fresh cut. The blood soothes me.

I took a hit from my vape pen. I had stolen a bunch of stuff from my parents: a bong, weed, vapes, vodka anything I could find really.

At first, it was out of curiosity, but then over time I realized it made me feel better and felt good.

I threw everything away, rinsed off the knife, and went into my room to pick out my outfit for tomorrow. I open my closet and sort threw everything. Eventually I resolved in a white-hearted black sweater with silver flats, light-ripped blue jeans and I choose to have my hair wavy. Setting the outfit on my vanity, I asked myself Why do I even care?

Why was I trying to look good when no one liked me anyway. It didn't make any difference what I looked like! I would never be accepted! This world is full of billions of people, and I'm just an unlucky piece of baggage everyone needs to put up with.

I snapped myself out of it by taking another hit followed by a shot. I sigh of relief.

After my homework was finished, I sit on the couch and turn on Once Upon a Time. Not even ten minutes in, my parents come home. Both of my parents work. They kick me out of the living room and off into the kitchen to do chores. I seriously feel like Cinderella! Except for the pretty face and Fairy Godmother...

I say a prayer and start on the dishes; we have like, a mountain of them! The water sprinted down my arm, and through my wrap. I wince in pain as it began stinging worse than a bee's. But the pain feels really good.

Shaking my head and holding back tears I finished my work. I legit feel like a slave... that's all I have to say about it. My life is just one big punching bag and everyone's lined up to give me their worst.

I'm seriously over it. It's time I do something about it. But do I have the courage? What would I even do? How can I make a statement without getting beaten afterwards?

Suddenly, a rush of adrenaline flows throughout my body and I feel possessed or high or something as I slam a plate on the floor, shattering it into nothing but scattered pieces that look like snowflakes. My mom and dad rush up to me and look at me like I just murdered the president.