Three months went by and school was starting up again. She was ready to start the 4th grade with a clean slate. She had hoped that everyone had forgotten about last year and all the heartbreak it had caused her. Before she was even able to walk through the door the other kids starting laughing at her for kissing her mom before she left. She barely made it to the class room without crying. When she got there she asked Mrs. Brown if she could use the washroom. Without waiting for an answer she ran out of the room and down the hall. When she got there she bolted into the last stall and just cried. She went to rest her hands on her knees and her brand new pencil sharpener fell out. She broke the plastic from around the blade and slowly she counted to three. One... two... three... that's when she let the blade hit her wrist. The pain she felt was so intense, but in a way the pain felt good. It felt as though she was getting rid of the built up anger and sadness without hurting anyone but herself. She looked at what she had done with fear... what if people see it. She washed off in the sink and dabbed her face with a cold cloth.
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Pain
Teen FictionSix years of pain from the third grade to ninth. How did she manage and how did it end. Read more to find out.
