I'm (Not) Fine

School

Jacks POV
(At L.A.)

I spent two years telling myself that I was getting better, but now I'm realizing I'm not better and I don't think I can handle this by myself anymore.

My life doesn't matter. I don't matter.

I bet at this school I will still get bullied. You know what? I don't bet I know.

I just want to be wanted. Is that to much to ask for?

Apparently it is.

My parents don't even know how I feel. Let alone that I tried to kill myself. If they found out they would be crushed.

My parents constantly talk about my future, but I can't build up the courage to tell them I might not be alive then.

My parents think they know me.

They don't.

And the thing that scares me the most did them finding out.

I don't start school today, but I do tomorrow.

I'm scared. So scared.

But I won't let it show. I never do. I never will.

I decided to go to bed.

(Time skip to the next day)

I woke up because my mom shook me awake.

"Sweetie, it's time to get up." I smiled. "Thanks ma."

She kissed my forehead and left my room.

I looked in my closet to see what wear. 'What am a gunna wear that won't make me get made fun of?' I asked myself.

I took out some clothes.

Fine

I walked over to my dresser that I put up yesterday. I saw all of my rubber bracelets on it.

I grabbed them.

I looked in the mirror. I looked decent.

(I'm gunna be putting their outfits here every time. Please tell my if it gets annoying.)

I loved how I looked, but would anyone else?

I walked downstairs to be greeted by my pa. "Morning jack." I chuckled. "Morning pa."

"Are ya excited for your first day at school?" He asked. No. "Yep." I lied.

"Have a great day at school honey!" "I will ma!" I yelled back.

I walked out and onto the sidewalk.

When I was walking I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked across the street to see a boy starring at me.

When I looked at him he quickly turned away.

Was a cute boy starring at me?