8th Grade. Present Day.
Picture this:
Its the first day of school and there's a girl walking down the hallway. She has puffy eyes from crying and visible scars and bruises. Her hair is in her face and her bullies decide to take this opportunity. One girl, Sarah Lee, decides to push this girl down. The girl falls and her glasses scatter to the floor, along with her notebooks and books. Sarah decided to step on her glasses. The girl gets up with tears in her eyes and runs to the bathroom. She locks herself in a stall and gets out a sharpener. She uses a pen to unscrew a bolt thingy and takes out the blade. She cuts all on her arm. This girl now has scars all over her fragile forearm.
That girl is me. That was my "warm welcome back to school" went. Sarah made my life a living hell this year. My legs are bruised and scarred, along with my stomach, thighs, and arms. But on the bright side, I weigh 82 lbs. So yay.
Sorry it took me a while to update. Have fun. See you next week (hopefully)
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Depression
Non-FictionThis is basically my story with cutting and depression, you can just click out if you're going to say I deserved it.
