A normal start to everyone's day usually consist of waking up peacefully , taking a nice shower , eating a healthy breakfast , and having a happily ever after . That's all a made up fantasy . I learned that . I usually watch the new while I pour the extra sugar in my Frosted Flakes , to get a kick in my day . I bath last just to have an excuse to be late . School is the last place I'd like to be . This entire earth is . Mom usually makes eggs while I contribute with my smile of acceptance to her decent cooking skills . As for the rest of my family , you could say they're out in the world making a living , but me and my single mom see as them abandoning us with nothing . Luckily my mom works three jobs that take up the day and night and I only get to see her for a couple of seconds a day . It's unfair .
I make my lunch and prepaid to take the bus to school . My outfits are pretty bland . I call my style
"A barrel of nothing " . I put a whit long sleeve shirt under my black Viper and the Clash shirt , I love that band . I finish of with a torn up flannel button up shirt that's XXXL and a size 47 jean pants . I look at myself in the mirror to check if I look good or at least decent . I never do so there was no point . I started to tear up a bit then quickly wiped away the thoughts of how ugly I was when I heard the bus coming . I rushed down stairs and kissed my mom on the check good bye .
The bus was a whole new issue . It was the start to my own hell .
" HEY FAT MEG ! LIKE SUCKING TWINKIE'S DICK ?" yelled a jock from the middle of the bus . I didn't dare look in his face or in anyone's for that matter . I didn't want to make things worse for myself . So much I wish I could do like punching them and making them flunk out in life, but why risk my own reputation for my own personal gain when I only become more of a villain . They'll be flocked idiots asking " are you all right ?" or " what monster did this? " Pathetic . Those dum bastards deserve the worst but I'm not going to give to them because ... I ... I just don't know why .
" HEY FOOD WHORE .TAKE A SEAT ! " someone yells as they throw a Twinkie and a honey bun at my head .
"FOOD WHORE !FOOD WHORE! FOOD WHORE! FOOD WHORE !" They all start chanting as various fast food items come my way . I run for the back seat and trip on foot .
" You'll never amount to anything except 10000000 pounds you dumb . Fat . Bitch . Now move ! " says a blond slut with green eyes staring me down as I sit vulnerable on the ground of a school bus , crying , dying matter of fact . I crawl up to my feet and scramble my thoughts as I walk to the back of the bus . The shouting does down but the tears , the thoughts , the harm they did to my soul , that stays deep within me .
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Think Before They die
Teen Fiction4 students of Kings West high school are tangled in their own lives and come together in their school own little safe haven to talk about their feelings . Amy , your average girl in a Christian home , told not to have sex until she is married is te...
