I woke up to what seemed like the never ending sound of the alarm clock. It was hard to keep my eyelids open from lack of sleep. He kept me awake all night.I finally threw myself out of my bed. I heard the springs pop back up. There isn't anything special about my morning routine. I just threw on a floral shirt, and black skinny jeans. The corner of my eyes caught my wrist. I felt unceremoniously disgusted with myself as I traced my fingers over the multiple cuts. I decided to skip breakfast and start walking to school.
As I pushed the door open, the cold air washed upon me, sending chills down my spine. The cold air reminded me that I forgot to put on a sweater. I immediately started running to my locker where I had a spare hoddie. I finally got to my locker which is on the opposite side of the school entrance. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I felt the sleeves cover my cut filled arms.
I quietly shut the locker door. What I saw behind it was the ever so familiar faces of the people I hate most in this fucking school.
