As you stood in tears looking down at the cold and lifeless body, you couldn't help but burry your face in your hands, you sat down and didn't talk. You let everyone hug you and try and cheer you up, but you knew inside nothing could make you feel better.
*4 years earlier*
"y/n! Come on dear! It's your last year! Let's start it off with a bang, eh?!" Your mother, Caren, shouted to you as you slowly dragged your self from bed and got in to the shower.
When you finished getting ready you didn't feel like eating so you stayed in your room waiting to go and thinking about how this year might be. You didn't have many friends but the ones you did have you were really close with. The town you live into was also terrible. You wanted nothing more than to move out of your house away from your obnoxious Parents and escape to California. Your mom called you down stairs signaling you it was time to leave, as you trudged down the stairs you were sleepy and wanted nothing more than to lie in bed forever. The car ride was awkward, you and your mom Weren't
Very close and didn't talk much,
When you arrived at school you walked through the main entrance and all the horrid high school memories came back to you, you couldn't help but think of all the awful things that had happened in the wretched place, the anorexia, the bullies, the suicide attempts, and the constant teasing of never having a boyfriend. But you did have some great memories here too, your friends, but that was really it, your friends helped you through all the obstacles you had, had, but you still weren't happy.
You sat down at the usual table and waited for the bell to ring with music blaring in your ears, you checked to see what class you had first, you had anatomy, joy, science was probably your least favorite subject. The bell finally rang and you went by your locker and gathered what you needed and made your way to class.
You walked in and heard the few snickers across the room. You didn't know what it was but people really didn't seem to like you. You looked around the class and recognized everyone. You saw the preppy jocks and cheerleaders in there own little corner as always, but your day got a bit better when you saw you had a class with Anthony, probably one of your best friends, he took a seat next to you and waited for class to start. As you were waiting you saw there was a new student, he looked as if he could be preppy, but not shallow like most. When everyone settled your new teacher, Mr. White, called roll and discovered that this newbie's name was Ryan Morgan
