Just Another Book(ryden)

chapter 1

the cold wind blows....no that's not right i thought as i scribbled out the words in my red pen like i had been for the past hour. i was still hurt and upset about what happened days before and frustrated with everything. i jotted down more words and scribbled them out again before slamming my journal shut. i was done trying.

the bell rang and i got up from under the tree which is where i go everyday at school and no one knows to come there. i made sure i pulled down my sleeves before i got up to go inside because i didn't want anyone seeing the newly cut marks. the burned as the fabric brushed against them. i've been good and clean for years until what happened last week.

classes were boring like usual. no one said a word to me like usual. i guess i liked that way. especially now. i'm usually not quite. i'm pretty outgoing actually. so people know something was wrong but no one bothered to ask and i didn't mind.

i was quick at my locker. i just wanted to get out of school and get home. maybe try and write more. it was hard getting out when everyone would block the halls but i managed.
everyday i just thought that i only have one more year in this hell hole.

i made a total fool of myself when i tripped over the untied laces of my converse. people just walked right pass me and didn't bother to help me get up. my bag opened and some papers fell out. my scratched up knees hurt has kneeled to pick them up.  my journal fell out and was the farthest away from me. i go to pick it up but someone grabs it first. i knew just by the dirty shoes and black jeans who it was. i came in contact with the one person i've been avoiding this whole week.