One person

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One Person

Paige Abbott

I used to like people, friends, family and then after sometime I disliked the thought of being or talking to anyone. I wanted to be alone and that is what I never got that the only thing I wanted. I just wanted to stay in my room and be left alone listening to music with my headphones what have been glued together a few times. I love to stay in the dark by myself alone, my mom always talks to me about how I need to be more social. My step dad removed my door to my room. It is hard to get dressed or anything at all, the times at schools are even worse. Bumping into people, teachers talking to me is so insane to me it drives me crazy.

I don't really to pay attention in school, they only I look or even care to look at are those figent spinners most people have. I look at them spin around and around, I always have hope that they will lose it or leave and I will just take it. But most of the time I check Wattpad I talk to people on there it easier. I talk to people I don't know in real life, I can't really find things in common with the people I know. The site is for writers, but I can't find myself reading anything more than talking to the people I find in the chat rooms in the clubs. I mostly go on Wattpad during classes and my study hall.

My point of view on things is not like others see it, they think I am crazy and out of my mind. They don't understand me for the way I act is how I feel on the inside without saying anything. No one but me and I found that things are not as easy as they seem to be. Teachers watch over my shoulders as the yell at me for every new tab I open to the next. I try to hide in my world alone and safe. I didn't find to be like other girls and run after all hottest boys in school or girls. I looked for the nerds and geeks, most of the boys and girls in that place made me feel equal like one of them. But I didn't hang out or talk to them I just listen and laugh on the side lines.

After school I would ride the bus home and watch and count how many animals I see. I would usually count 0-5 on the way home and on rare days I would see more than that. When they got to me stop I got off and walked across the street to me house and always had to pull out my key and open and close and lock the door behind me. I was alone when I got home and looked on Facebook and Wattpad and listen to music on Youtube to kill time and talk to people that I have never met but it feels like I have known them for years. I never got along with my mom and most of the time fought over everything. I like the stuff we do and new things we try as a family together.

I dislike the fight and yelling at one another but it happens anyways no matter how hard I try not to fight back with the rude remarks that she uses. I get so angry and I just start yelling. I can't control it.

Authors note: my friend told me to finish her story so don't copy this what so ever thanks. Hope this is good. I am gonna make this into a story this is the first chapter hope y'all like it.