The sun shines through your blinds as you slowly roll out of bed. Today is the first day back at school and you're dreading it. Ever since you started at this school you've had problems with almost everyone. You're always alone at lunch and don't really have any friends.
You drowsly grab your uniform and your hairbrush and drag your feet all the way to your bathroom to get dressed and do your hair. After about 20 minutes you come out to hear your mum yelling out for you to come and eat breakfast. Every step you take seems add more weight to your shoulders on your way down the stairs and into the kitchen, your mum is standing at the stove; her porcelain skin just barely visible under her long, dark hair. She turns and greets you with her warm smile. Just seeing your mum smile makes your day just a little bit better. You take a seat at the table and wait for your mum to bring breakfast to the table.
A few quick minutes later with a little chat between you and your mum you get up to walk to school, you give your mum a quick kiss on the cheek and walk out the door with your bag. Around five minutes after you leave your house you see your school, you sigh and pressure yourself to keep walking, you see everyone go find their friends as you just continue to walk to your locker and throw your bag into it. "Fuck this," you think to yourself as you go to sit under a tree like you do every morning.
A long 10 minutes of sitting alone later the bell goes and you get up to grab your things for your first lesson. As usual you bump into a few people and they ignore you, you swiftly walk to your lesson and kind of blank out through the entire thing. 45 minutes later and it's lunch time. You throw everything in your locker again and stagger out to the same tree you alwasy sit under. Unusually, someone walks up to you, you don't recognise them which makes you think they're new. You look up at them and they introduce themselves as Jack, or Jacky. The bell rings and you rush off to the rest of your classes.
The rest of the day goes by in a blur. You can't stop thinking about that girl you met. Her olive green eyes shimmer in the light, her peach skin showing clearly due to her short blonde hair. The way her dimples show when she smiles just makes you melt, her short nails perfectly painted with a light blue nail polish. You hear the bell for the end of the day and you're snapped out of your little daydream. You're the last one out of class again, as usual. You run to get your things and walk home. By the door you see a note, it read-...
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Living Hell
Teen FictionTRIGGER WARNING Please don't read if you're struggling with an eating disorder, suicidal thoughts, depression or have been a victim of sexual abuse/harassment. Read at your own cost, I've warned you I'm in the middle of re-writing it so if it seems...
