"GET UP YOU HAVE SCHOOL!" I got up and saw my mom standing in the door way. When she saw that I was up she walked out. I got off my bed. I stood up and stretched. Then I walked to the laundry room. I grabbed my clothes out of the dryer. I went back to my room took off my pajamas. Folded them and put them neatly on my bed. I threw on my school clothes and went to the bathroom, fixed my hair, brushed my teeth, and splashed cold water on my face. I went back to my room and grabbed my school stuff. I sat on my bed and waited for my mom to come in to tell me when to go.
Thirty minutes later she walks in. "Alright it is time to go, but here is your excuse notes." I grab the papers from her hand and stuff them in my bag. She leaves my room and I follow behind her and go out the front door.
I walk into the school and go to the office. I opened the office door and walked to the lady and handed her my excuse notes for the two weeks and a half that I missed. I said to her, "These are my excuse notes for the two and a half weeks I missed. I was in the hospital." The lady nods and takes the papers. I leave and go off to the court yard and sit on a bench and wait for Mary. I see her walk through the double doors. She was holding hands with the most popular boy ever, Everette. A bunch of girls followed in after her. They were all laughing and talking to Mary. She looked in my direction. I smiled and waved to her. She rolled her eyes and walked away. I frowned and hugged my knees.
The bell rings. I shoot up and grab my bag and walk to my locker. I put books in and took my first period books out. I rush to my first class. I sit down. Mary walks in with Everette. She turns around and hugs him and he lifts her head up and kisses her. She turns away and walks to a seat. She sits in a seat across the classroom from me. I was gone for two and a half weeks and I already loose my only friend!
School went by slowly, during lunch I stayed in the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror and downgraded myself. "You're worthless! You don't deserve to live! Everyone hates you! You're ugly! Maybe if you were actually pretty you would have friends!" I dropped to the floor hugging my knees crying.
I stood up and walked out when the bell rang. I stopped and leaned against the wall when I seen Mary and Everette. Mary's friends whispered to Mary. Mary laughed and when she got to me she stopped and said, "I love your hair!" Everyone laughed, but Everette. He kept a straight face. Mary grabbed my hair and twirled it and then looked back at her friends and pulled my hair. I fell to the floor and didn't cry. I was used to it. Mary got angry when I didn't cry, so she smacked me across the face. I still didn't cry, she went to go punch me, but Everette grabbed her and pulled her back and yelled, "MARY QUIT!" Mary slung her arm away from Everette and she mumbled, "Maybe you could have help Everette instead of standing there!" Everette clinched his fist and stormed off. Mary's eyes widened, she looked at her friends and said, "See! He gets mad too easily! It's not fair, when I get mad I get in trouble by him, but when he gets mad, its perfectly fine!" Mary stormed off to find Everette. I got up and ran into the bathroom.
I pulled out a pencil and cut my wrist. Little deeper than the first time. It felt great, all my pain went away. I smiled and walked out. Everette was outside the bathroom door. When he saw me he grabbed my arm. I flinched, he lets go and says, "I'm not going to hit you." I look down and he grabs my arm and looks at my wrist. He lifts my head up and says, "I don't want to see this again. It may seem and feel like it gets rid of the the pain, but actually you are adding more on top of your original pain." I frown and cry, feeling the pain from cutting myself. I loose control of myself and drop. Everette catches me and I cry. Everette slowly sits down holding me. He leans me against a wall and says, "I'll be right back." He goes into the boys bathroom and comes back out with tissue paper. He lifts my head up and wipes my eyes. Then he grabs my wrist and wraps my wrist in tissue and reaches in his pocket and brings out tape and tapes the tissue together so it won't come off. He laughs and says, "The tape came from my art class." I smiled and he helped me up and walked me into my next class. Mary was in that class, she looked when she saw me and him enter. She frowned and barged out of the room. I took a seat and started working.
