Class was especially long today. I dosed off in History and got in troubled.
"Alex!" yelled my teacher.
I woke with haste.
"Yes? Oh sorry..."
"That is why you go to bed on time on school days..."
I looked around and people started laughing. I sat there....embarrassed. Only if they knew that I couldn't sleep because I was crying. Every night was the same. My feelings was the traing field, my brain was the commander, my tears was the soldiers, and my heart was the enemy. At 12:45, it was time for lunch. Today we were having tuna but I was allergic so I got a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and milk. "Aww he's too poor to afford lunch!" A group of "funny" guys laughed and stood up and threw nickels at me. Some people chuckled but I stood strong. I went to my lonely corner where I sat at and had my back facing everybody. Thanks to people like them, I hated myself. People made me sick, made me hate life, and most importantly, draw like a maniac. I lifted the sandwich toward my mouth but all of the sudden, I lost my hunger. Tears started roll like hot wheels. I got a napkin and wiped my face. I needed to make art and fast. I stood up and walked quickly to the bathroom. I reached into my pocket and took out my tool, rolled back my sleeves, and went wild. Each new design took life out of me. Red paint was getting all over the sink and my clothes. I heard the door squeal open and I hurried for paper towels. I wiped my paper as quickly as possible and some boy came in saying, "Oh! There it is." He walked by me and went into the stall and got a notebook. As he was leaving, he looked at me and asked, "Do you know where....what happened to your arm?" I replied, "Oh nothing but a scratch.." and I walked pass him as quickly as possible. He stopped me by putting his arm on my shoulder and turning me around. He looked at me and pulled my sleeve up. "Just don't worry about it!" I yanked my arm from his hand and he grabbed it again. "Look." He rolled up one of his pant's legs and showed me scars.
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Hope and Friendship
Non-FictionIf friendship is your weakest point, then you're the strongest person in the world.......but what happens when you get pushed to your limits? Imagine, you're at your lowest point and then someone pops out of nowhere and saves you. Many would cherish...
