DAMAGED

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊

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Kassie's POV

Every day is the same.

No day is actually...different. It's been like this for a while now, at least for me. Ever since my parents passed away, it's all the same.

I woke up early, ate breakfast, and got ready for school. Same thing.

I went to school after saying goodbye to my adoptive father and sister, acting happy. Same thing.

That's where I realize the days are so accurately alike that it's scary.

I'm a sophomore, but I already know exactly how the school works and where everything is.

As I'm heading to my first class of the day, I always pass different groups.

There's the party people. I call them that 'cause never miss a single party, and all that's on their Snapchat and Instagram Stories is videos of them partying.

No matter what, they know when, where, and who's throwing a party. They never come to school looking bad and somehow thrive with perfect grades, copying homework from anyone that breathes in their direction.

A lot of them are in the school's top dance teams or play school sports. Don't worry, that's also a big part of what they post on social media.

They're usually really nice, but they give themselves a lot of importance. It's really hard to get into their groups, and you can't exactly joke with them because they get offended really easily.

When they're not in school, they're vaping, drinking, or smoking weed. They tend to skip school a lot. You know, for the sake of parties.

Then there's the group of people that I mostly avoid. It's mostly druggies and "hood rats."

There's honestly no problem with them, it's just that most of them had really bad pasts which led them to being the way they are.

Still, not my type of people. They have a lot of drama and do a lot of risky things. They've all taken their turns getting in trouble with authorities.

Anyways, there's also an abandoned janitor's closet at my school.

What happens if you put hundreds of teenagers with raging hormones and an abandoned room together? Sex.

That's what that closet is wildly popular for. The janitors themselves have a faculty room hidden in who-knows-where.

Well, after that comes the ESOL kids. There isn't much to talk about. It's hard to stereotype them because they're all different. For the most part, a lot of them blast music in the hallways and yell at each other.

But there's some of them that are super studious and determined on learning English, trying to blend in with English speakers as well.

Then come the "gifted honors" people (like me). It's pretty...normal, I guess?

There's an ungodly amount of homework, and we're kind of considered nerds, but the best part about it is that there's no drama. I hate drama.

My friends are nice, I don't have to stress about anything, and life has been pretty decent.

And that's that. Every day goes by exactly the same, because everyone hangs out in where they belong.

Same people, same lifestyle.

Same thing.

Everything's always the same.

But my life isn't. It'll never be, and I can't change that.

My parents are gone, my siblings are gone, and even though I'm adopted, I feel like an orphan.

I also can't change the fact that I'm clinically depressed.

It makes me feel self-conscious to have that label, but I'm too depressed to care.

I sat down at a bench in the courtyard, looking around.

There was a girl who's name started with an E (I think) flirting with a guy named Wolf.

My best friend, Lucy, came to the bench with her ex-boyfriend, Jerry.

They were always fighting and breaking up, but they always got back together because they're miserable without each other.

Toxic, I know.

I sighed, getting up as I heard the bell ring.

Everyone knows where they belong.

Except me.