Every school has that one weird group of kids in that weird sorting system that makes sense to everyone. Thats why everyone stayed in their groups. Here are the stories of the "Weird ones", as i called us. That in its own is a complement.
Four years later and we were in 11th grade. I didn't particularly care. My enthusiasm for school had near almost left the year before when i was in the hospital for nearly committing suicide. I still think i should of died,but maybe a few good people kept me from attempting it again. So here i am walking into school once more to another day of what felt like purgatory. I get to the vending machines in the commons area as we all called it, and sofar the only one in my group that was there was my boyfriend Caden. We had been together since 7th grade and i had not regret one moment of being with him. He was kind,understanding and helped me with my depression a lot. But there are somethings you just can't come to tell your loving significant other, no matter how much it is eating you away on the inside and a year later you will be sitting in bed texting him and still wanting to fade away. Well enough of that, back to this.
"Hey" Caden said then he got up and gave me a hug,i shoved my face into his chest as i wanted to cry so much. I knew i couldn't though the bell was about to ring to dismiss us to go to our first class and i was not about to walk into chemistry class looking like some melodramatic chick off some half ass knockoff movie. So i did what i always did, i dried it up,put on a smile and walked with my boyfriend to first block class. As i sat in my seat my best friend/sister sees me upset her name Marrisa.
"Whats wrong?" she mouthed out.
I said one word which was three letters long and she immediately did not ask for more.
"Dad" i mouthed back.
My father was one stick of tnt that never needed to get close to the fire. He simply lit himself and took out his anger on others. I often got yelled at if i did something wrong or if one thing was out of place. My mom often did the same,one minute praising me the next criticizing me. I was tired and school was purgatory. Not hell,no not that again there was only one true hell to me and that was stepping off the buss and realizing there is no place to walk but into the hollow,lonely house. ------------
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