I wipe my tears on my hoodie.
I have just realized I've been here crying for more than an half an hour my mom has called me and texted me, it's 5:46.
She's worried I should get home I calm down and walk. I get a call it's Sammy, "where are you!" Sammy yelled worried I sigh " I'm fine, I was at the park" Sammy sighs in relief "did my mom call you" I ask "Yeah! She's been calling and texting you. She's worried sick" Sammy yells "I'm walking home I'll call you later" I say "ok later" Sammy says. I hang up. "Gosh" I say under my breath. I put my music back on and start to walk.
I start to think, was she actually worried, were Sammy and mom worried about me? No they can't be I'm nothing I'm ugly, and worthless how could they be worried about a piece of shit like me...
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Carly's week..
Novela JuvenilTrigger warning this story may contain some topics that are hard to read and may or may not trigger you examples: self harm, depression, suicide. If you don't like those topic please don't read, but if you don't mind them I hope you enjoy my story...
