fake scars

On way home

I'm walking out the door and a guy that sits behind me in geography walks up to me.

"Hi, I'm John, I know we umm..." he pauses and I look at him. he's blushing. "we've never really talked before." he says while rubbing his arm.

"Yeah," I say, a little annoyed. he looks up at me.

"You ever want to hang out?" he says.

"Ummm..." I didn't want to be mean, I didn't know what to say."Sure, Kay well I got to go, mm will be mad of I don't hurry home," I say with a fake smile.then I run off without any good byes

I'm now at the edge of school boundaries. I start to think, 'when will I do it? How will I do it? I know it will be today,' a car is coming, I wait for a minute, then dart right in front of it.

I get hit. the sensation of the impact on my body, the pain, but at leader it's not as bad as what happens during school. I fall on the ground, its dark. did I succeed? am I dead? I know now, this is the end. I grunt my last words

"Good bye world," then for the first time have a real smile on my face, and die.