Sometimes I wished I was something
Sometimes I wished I could be proud of what I see in the mirror
Sometimes I hoped I could help people
Sometimes I wished I could be an inspiration to younger children
Sometimes I wished I could save lives and help people get better
But I couldn't even feed myself
I was known by no one and everyone
The girl with good grades
The girl with her wide black glasses
And her brown hair
Who always held her books close to her chest afraid of letting them fall
But they always fall and she watched them scattered around the ground and the sound echoed in the hallway
The laughter is always remembered by my ear
It's so obnoxious that I sometimes give up
They thought they would stop me from being who I'm
They thought bullying and tearing my books apart would stop me
Books
they were my future
They were my patience to survive high school
They were my guidance and best friend
They were my success
They are so important to me
Yes these books
The ones that every student hated
They were my destiny
My aim
I pushed my glasses to the bridge of my nose and carried every book from the dirty floors
I again protected them and held them as they were my children
I walked through the hallway ignoring every eye checking me and my little children
Yes these books are the ones that made me
Survive
Hey guys!! This is the very first chapter ever so I hoped you like it . More chapters are coming so stay tuned
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Anyways I will stop now
~ray
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Romance"People like you, they can't heal me " he said running a hand through his hair and screaming from the pain that's destroying his whole entire body I couldn't control my feet as they stepped in into the darkness I touched his face slightly looking d...
