Sarah has a normal life like any other. Love stories about the craziest heroes. Library full of books like Belle. She might be normal, but she's very different from everyone else. People tell you your one of a kind and very special. She just might e...
Bay High is one of the biggest High schools in the world. I'm a normal teenage girl who lost something dear to her. I love fairytails, action, graphic novels from the 1900's and look like a powerpuff girl.
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Buttercup is awesome. I just look more darker and way taller then she is. I sit in the back of the class like any other "Rebel" or "Gothic Girl". Those catagories people label you in high school, which is more often than middle. I hate them. Why do people bully so much? Others believe that since their lives are so miserable and worthkess, they have to make the weak ones feel their pain.
I was a bully once before because I was just geting over my mother's horrific death. I didn't know how to keep it in. My friends tried to help, but they were no help. My father. Who gives a crap about him anyway. He was never there. And finally him, he protected me and was in the grieving stages. He didn't go to school for a whole week. A popular guy like him shouldn't have went through it.
He dropped out of high school and began to do some part time jobs a year later. I was only in the 5th grade. A younge child like me should NOT ever go through something like that. Okay, no back to school. Got carried away there. *Laughs very awakardly*
Jay sits right next to me with his buddies. Laugh at me until the bell rings. First period has finally came, time for hell to begin. I am very smart girl. Just like most normal kids, who have a bad rep don't show it at all. I'm lonely and no more friends to help me in need like I used to.
Jay is like in every single class with me. I hate that. In all the advanced classes because I was such an egghead in middle. The only classes he doesn't have with me is Advance Art and Writing. Jay L. is a big jerkface. He's definetely one of the most popular kids in Bay High. He didn't start messing with me until the ending of 9th grade. He stayed back a year in 9th. Something happened to him that no one will ever know.
He throws a spitball at my face. I wipe it off and continue to my work. His friends David and Fin did so too. I wiped it off and got my stuff. There's a desk near some werid kid who never talks to anyone. He's a little cubby, but buff at the same time. My friends got to different schools and I made a mistake. A big mistake. I broke our friendships before we left for high school.
High school work is hard enough without the hasel from bullies like Jay L., David and Fin. I sat down next to the guy and went back to work. For some reason he admires Jay L., why though? Who knows. Next, time to listen to my music and rest. I finish my work early and get to rest for the rest of the period. The bell rings and I'm walking to my next class. I don't hang out in the halls any more. Not with Jay L. and his buddies bullying every kid in their sight. English. This time I sit in the front and Jay L. is away from me.
Thank goodness all of my classes are on the first floor. Mr. Brown calls rocalls.
"Jenny, here, Maple, here, Jay, here, Ray, here..." Goes on. Not going to tell you the whole class. He finishes it and passes out papers. The day went by fast as usual and finally lunch is here. 12:30pm and here I come. I dash out class and go to my regular hiding place. Away from everyone and just me and my music. I go behind an oak tree a few miles off campus and sit in front of it. I sit everything down, take of my backpack, and take my lunch out.
He knows me so well. A lunch box with my favorite thing on it. A picture of mom. My mother was a creator of many arts. She didn't fufill everything on her bucket list, but she made her #1 dream come true. Have 2 beautiful children, one boy and one girl. She had him before me on purpose. To make sure I had a bigger support when she passed.
I take out the sandwhich and drink. I look at the picture while listening to my music. I turn it over knowing there's a message on it. It says:
I love you both and I believe In you. Always keep HOPE with you forever. It will take to places you've never imagined were real. And HOPE is the very key that'll keep you alive. I never believed in it, but Sarah I know you will.
For some reason she knows I'm the one reading this. But why towards me? I'm a normal teenager who is in a grieving stage. Like I said before, my mother had some kind off things with her where she could see future. Her death. How did she know. She might of believe things were supernatural, but very hidden. I believe she did something very wrong. Learned things you should if you didn't understand.
What she did scared me a little. But it never ever made me not love her any less.
The bell rung and it's time to go back to class. I can't wait to go to Art class. I wipe my tears and pack my stuff up. I walk past that kid in my second period class. He looks depressed. I shouldn't bother people who don't want it. "Keep HOPE in others, even when they don't want it" my mother's voice clear in my head.
She used to tell me that all the time when I would bother while work.
