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Then. "So, Hannah. I'll be your tour guide for today." I say. "Tour guide for what? I already know my way around the school." She says. I laugh. "Your tour guide for people." I say. "What now?" She asks. "New school, new people. You need to know who to 'befriend' and who to 'friend', or else's you're screwed. Luckily for me, I ended up with a pretty good group of friends." I say. She laughs,"okay then." We walk into the cafeteria. "Okay, so it's simple. A little bit like that scene from mean girls, ever seen that?" I ask. "Who hasn't?" She says. "I like you" I laugh. "Okay, so there's the Jocks and the populars.Most of them act like dousches, but really once you get to know them, they're sweet. There's the geeks, cliché, I know you shouldn't label people, but hey? It's high school. The geeks are just geeks, I guess. Then there's the average people, they have a nice amount of friends, average house, you know the deal? Then there's the loners and then there's the 'others' who hang out with anyone. Got it?" "Yes.... what group are you in?" She asks. "Jocks and populars I guess. Although I'll be nice to anyone who treats me with respect, ya know?" I say. She nods,"I get it" "So, you can stay with me a little bit, or go make new friends, but just be careful." I say. "I think I'll stay with you." She says. "Okay then."
Now.
I walk over to the table where we always sit, or what I said to Hannah, 'the jock and popular' table, still cliché to this day. As I approach, I see Zach seated at a completely different table. Which I can understand, as I see Bryce at our usual table. I obviously go and join him. "Hey." I say. "You good?" He asks. "Better... you?" I ask. "Fine, still fucking pissed. I swear I'm gonna kill him." He says. "Don't worry, he'll end up behind bars, we'll make sure of it." I say. He nods. As we eat in silence I see Clay. Walking to find a table. He then notices me and gives a unsure smile to me, I smile back. "Hey, Clay." I say. "Hey." He says, and carries on walking. "What was that?" Zach asks. "Nothing? Just saying hey." I say. "To Clay?" He asks. I laugh a little,"what's wrong?" "Nothing." He says,"just unusual." I shake my head. "Clay's a good guy." I say. "Yeh, I know" he says. --- When I arrive home I hear shouting. My dad and Ethan. I get up the stairs and see my dad throwing things. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I shout. They both turn around and I stand there awkwardly. "He needs to go!" My dad shouts. "Why?" I ask. "He can't be here!" My dad says. "Why?!" "Just shut up! Fucking bitch" he mumbled the last part. "What did you just call her?" Ethan asks. "I called her a fucking bitch!" He shouts. Ethan goes to punch him, but my dad stops it and they end up brawling. "STOP IT!" I shout at them both, trying to separate them. "Get the fuck off of me!" My dad shouts. He turns around and slaps me across the face and pushes me to the floor. Ethan sees this and goes mad. I sit there, shocked. Not even bothering to split them up, I run to my room and lock the door. I sit behind it, crying. "Why the fuck is this happening?" I whisper to myself. I walk into my bathroom and open up the cabinet. In it is blades, no not big blades. Pencil sharpener blades. I've only ever done it once before. I regretted it, but right now, I know I won't. I don't want to die, I know that. I just want to feel something. Funny how someone dying can have such an effect on someone else's life, isn't it? I probably wouldn't do this if she was alive, but her dying is part of the reason I'm doing this to myself. I just need to feel something. I lock the door and sit on the edge of the bath. I drag the blade across my wrist, drawing random words onto my skin. Tears prickle my eyes as I look at the mess I've made-on both arms. I place the small blade down and get an old towel to stop the bleeding. I feel better now. It's so wrong, but it feels so good. --- After last night, Ethan was sent to live with my aunt again. My dad went out somewhere, thank god. I couldn't bare to face him. I look at my wrist and sigh, knowing that I'll have to keep my sweater on all day. I walk into Ethan's room and sigh. He doesn't need this shit in his life, and I need him right now, he doesn't even know about what Bryce did to me. It's not fair. I close the door and get dressed.
