You can crack but never shatter

Chapter two

The firery slashes of hell are surronding me. You see high school is where the devil decided to but 1200+ hormonal twisted teenagers into one buillding. With Demons who don't bother to try and control them. That's my definition of hell.

The minute I enter, my jeans and black hoodie suddenly feel to tight on me. A snake twisiting at my neck keeping me from breathing. Flames devour me. 

ou know how some people in books say that they can feel the bullying coming on? I feel the same way faliure. I've never really been bullied. Occasionaly I'd be called "Freak" or "Blue berry" but never farther than that. Lately though, my grades have reached an all time low. Most of my friends have withered away, and I'm eating under the bleachers to aviod human contact. I doubt Adam knows about this. No one really does. The thing about Adam is he's a popular person.

I don't mean the classic jock and cheerleader, I mean the friendly, well rounded guy. He's in the film club and on JV soccer. He has a lot friends,, and then I'm just his sister. I'd be surpirsed if a lot of his friends knew about me, I mean sure people know we're related. But I doubt they care, he's in the spot light, I'm in the back row of the desks. 

The first three periods dragged on. Zombie teachers and joker students invaded the rooms. The noise raidiating from their mouths caused my ears to twitch. The teahcers droaned on about things I'll never need to know. Just saying what's required to say for their check. The ones who do care, just want to mold us into perefect citizens. As MCR says, teenagers scare the living shit out them. A lot of teens say that they are just being used by the government and that our generation's going to be diffrent. Just like their parents said. That we're being brainwashed. 

I'm not one to notice. Maybe if things weren't... the way they are, I'd feel that way. But that's not me, I've evoloved into someone else.

By lunch I feel dazed, I practicly stumble to the bleachers, my bag weighing me down. Cassidys already there, reading shakephere.

"Hey Cassie" I mumble

She smiles brightly at me, looking up. That's her thing. always happy. We don't talk as much as we used to, when high school came and Lynda left us for her new friends, we were loners. Neither one of us looking for anything new and shiny. So here we are, sitting at the bleachers everyday. Cassie eating her lunch and me leafing through homework I probably won't do. 

"Hey Alyse?" she says as if she's asking for my permission to speak. 

"Shoot" I said, wanting to get to the point.

"I think I'm gonna join the school newspaper"

They meet during lunch.

I swallow hard and force a smile.

"That sounds like fun, you should do it"

"You sure?" She says pitingly. 

"Of course"

As if this was a scene from an ABC Family drama, the bell rings, and go our sperate ways. (Talk about perfect symbolsim)

Sorry this was short, wrote this really late. More to come! Feedback pleaseeee. Make me a better writer lol!