I could hear a faint buzzing noise in the distance, it seemed far away, but close at the same time. It had been 25 minutes and I still couldn't figure out if it was just the irritating sound of my brain telling me to sleep or just my mind acting up again like it always has. I couldn't concentrate, my mind was far away, deep in my thoughts. Thoughts? I hear you ask?, well... really just the thoughts of thinking, thinking of the word that had scared me since I was brought into this strange world. It was just a word, one word, four letters. What seemed so scary about that?
It is currently 7:57am and my bus left around 10 minutes ago. This was how most of my school days would start. To any other around average girls at my school this would just beat breaking a nail, or forgetting to finish their English homework the day they got it assigned to them. For me, I'd probably just had finish the first few questions the day before we needed the tests in by. Most nights I would get at least 5 hours of sleep at the most, and that was if I was lucky. That probably answers the reason why most normal people stare at me, wondering why my hair was never brushed and why it looks like I hadn't had a shower this morning, but to be honest, most of the time what people are thinking is actually the truth...
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the outsider
RandomI was the one you would probably consider an 'outsider', I was the one you'd be walking down the hallways with your friends, not realizing I was crumbling away day by day, bit by bit...
