Broken Screens

Chapter 1

I wake up to my mothers voice like any other day
"Julia, time for school" .
School.
One of the reasons i have such a hard time getting out of bed in the morning. Maybe its the fact i know someone is there to ruin my day. But it seems that no matter how hard i try, i always end up on the metal hell of a school bus. I find myself standing between the Tucker and Logan the two that either make my day heaven or hell. I still find it odd how some of the adults that are stuck working here still work here. How can a teacher who stares at young girls be allowed to work with young girls. Why does no one say something. Oh wait they have but no one listens. But then it ends the days over and im back in my bed. Im safe. Safe from the girls who whisper when they think no one listens. Safe from the boys who stare not because your "cute" but because you decided to wear sweatpants instead of a dress. Safe from the blood bath kids call popularity. Safe.
But then i wake up again and it starts all over. Day after day.
A mask.
Thats all anyone sees from me, from anyone for that matter.
Humans are windows. Draw back the curtains and you see how they mostly feel, lift the glass and youll find them vulnerable.
But have you ever cared enough to lift the screen? The thing that keeps you from falling into a dark place? Imagine if people tried to open it? How horrible it would be if it broke?
But everything can break.
Especially people.