Middle School Broke Me

Chapter six

I woke up, I wish I was still asleep. I'm not just tired, I want to stay asleep. When I am asleep I don't feel anything, but I'm not dead so it's good for me and my parents I guess. I get dressed, do my makeup, eat, then go to school. "Ew," people say as I past them through the hall. "Wait, that's her?" I try to ignore them as I walk to the bathroom. I feel like that's the only space I can be safe. Finally the bell rings, and I go to first period. Everything was fine until my teacher got a phone call. "Erin, the principal wants to see you in her office with your things." I walk to the principals office, but I'm so confused. I have never been in trouble before. What did I do wrong? I sat down, but it wasn't just the principal that was there. There was also the vice principal and the supper visor. What is going on? They all look calm as I stare at them, but I am terrified.
"Erin, there has been a student that came in to talk to us for your concern-" What happened? Who said what? I couldn't stop thinking, but then realize I zoned out. "-is it true that you have been harming your self?" I lie quickly I hoped they would let me go back to class.
"No."
"Okay, can I see your writs please?"
I roll up my sleeve, to the arm that didn't have any cuts on it... But then they asked for my other arm. I start to shake and roll up my other sleeve. They all saw my cuts and were surprised. They called my mom and dad, then sent me to a different room. I am so scared. What just happened? But the other people who knew were... Norman told the principal. Now my parents know, I am screwed. Everything started getting blurry, but then I realized I was crying. I have never cried this hard in my life. Time flew by, before I knew it my mom was talking to the principal and crying. They called me back in, and told me to sit back down. They asked me why I cut my self, I couldn't answer truthfully. It took my while but I came up with a lie, not a very good one but I didn't really want them to know about everything.
"My grades." It made more sense in my head, but who would cut them selves because just of their grades? Oh well. Then they asked me what I used to cut my self... I said my finger nails. My nails were kinda long, but cuts that deep could never be done by a finger nail. My mom was disappointed in me. She takes me home and then my dad shows up. He starts talking to me, we talked for hours. I have never cried that much in my life, and I have never seen him cry, but be cried. I didn't think they would care that much about me but they did. I was so surprised, but I felt a little better knowing they cared. I just can't believe that I would ever hang out with people that were such bad influences on me. But now, I have no friends to influence me.