So this part is about me in 9th grade and it was a bad year for me...
It was my first day of school at law . I looked at everyone and knew I was the outcast and really didn't need to be picked on. It was the first day. I couldn't take it anymore.. I just stayed quiet. People would look at me and give me mean looks but I just ignored them.
(These are my mornings)
I woke up for the second day. I took a shower and dressed myself with my tight black/red skinny jeans and my attack attack shirt. I put on my knee high converse. they were black of course, and I did my hair so it was big and puffy. Everyone insulted me about the way I looked, but I really didn't care anymore. I put on my makeup and got my bag and my mom drove me to school
I got to school and as soon as I walked in people stared at me. I looked down at my feet and turned on my music. I have never been stared at so intently before. I stood alone waiting for the bell and could hear people whispering about how I look. I had really bright red and black hair that's all proofed up, my nails painted back and I'm paler than a ghost. I wore my red contacts. I scared so many people. It was actually quite disturbing. Why were they scared of me?
The bell rung. I walked to class trying to get there early so I could sit in the back so noone would notice me, BUT OF COURSE HE HAD TO! He sat next to me. One of the most attractive guys i have ever seen. He had black hair and piercing blue eyes. I noticed when he moved his sleeve he was like me. A self-harmer. I asked him "Are you okay?". He answered saying "Yeah I just draw when I'm sad".
I looked at him and i smiled slightly. I reached out to him and slowly moved his sleeve up. There were so many cuts... I ran my fingers slowly over them. I felt so sorry for him. I grabbed some gauze wrap out of my backpack that I was going to use later and slowly wrapped it around his woulded arm. "Thank you for actually caring about me". he said. "Your welcome. I never knew I wasn't the only one".
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