This story is for people with depression. We can get through it together.
I wasn't blind.... I wasn't deaf.
Nothing was wrong with me.
But yet it seems..... Nobody cares.
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I looked in the mirror once more thinking,
What's wrong with me?
But I never found an answer.
Its weird... I want to die, but I never do it,
I want to be isolated, but I still stand out,
I know Im ugly, but I still act cute.
I walked to my closet and picked out my maroon hoodie and black skinny jeans.
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I put my hair in a quick messy bun and grabbed my black backpack and headed out the door.
I waited at the bus stop tapping on my phone.
The bus came around the corner and it stopped infront of me.
I walked in the doors and took my seat, getting a couple of glares from the other kids.
I stared out the window the entire ride and ignored the whispers.
The bus pulled over at the schooled and we all got out.
I walked slowly to my locker and but my backpack away. I grabbed my books and walked to class.
*After class*
I sighed and strolled towards the gym.
It was completely empty and I liked it this way.
Suddenly, a girl (not just any girl-the most popular girl- Jenna) come walking towards me with her friends.
"Now I want you guys to take a good look and remember if you ever become a freak like this girl, you're out." she says
I sigh then pick up my things to leave.
"Where do you think you're going, loser?"
I turn around and give a polite smile.
"Please dont call me that."
"Oh okay, but your sister was a loser." she replies.
I'm not a violent person.
Not even close to one.
I'm fine if someone questions me and makes fun of. Me.
But if its my sister.
Its over.
And that's how I ended sitting next to black eyed Jenna in the Principals office.
