As a girl you face many problems you are either a popular or loser. What if you were the loser was the nicest girl in school? What if she didnt have many people to talk to? What if every seconed of the day she was more sure of suicide?
I heard the knocking and doorbell from downstairs but I figured what the hell who would come in and kill me? For all they know this could be Beyonce's house. So I let them come in. I heard knocking coming from all over the house when finally it hit my bathroom door.
"Hey is that you mom?" I called out knowing that it wasn't my mother.
"Umm....no its me Jason. We just met at the corner. I stopped by to give you these. I rang your doorbell and knocked but no one answered and the door was opened and i came in. Ill leave these by the door."
Jason? The kid I ran into yet again? I've had a mega crush on him since like 2nd grade. What was he doing here? I turned off the water and quickly wrapped my towel around my body.
I opened the door a tiny bit, "Hey actually can you bring those to my room? Its right next door to this one. Right there." I told him as I pointed my bedroom out. I only made up the excuse so he could stay longer.
"Umm..sure..yeah. I'll leave after I put these in your room. Wait where do you want me to put them?"
"Anywhere that looks nice."
"O.K."
As he was walking away I closed the bathroom door and rushed to get dressed. I kept my dresser full of clothes in the bathroom so I can change in here.
My outfit consisted of a black lace underwear and a pink and black polka dot lace bra. I had put on my long sleeved grey sweater and no pants because I was going to sleep and I always wake up in pain when I sleep with pants.
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As I walked back to my room I saw Jason in my "top drawer" knowing exactly what he was looking for.
As I walked in he turned around with my pocket knife. But his expression was not pleasing, until after I laid down in my bed.
I pretended he wasn't even there and slowly drifted to sleep. That's all I remember from that night.
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OK I know I suck but this is a good way for me to express myself.
