It's still boring and sad but this is the typical school life. I'm sitting in the back of the classroom and draw someone on a bridge.
"Woah, that's deep. Is she going to jump off of the bridge?", asked a boy in my class. I don't like them. But I don't hate them either.
"No, not yet", I said and smiled in his face. He turned red and walked away to his seat. It's now 1:35 pm and I have history. I like it but sometimes it's boring. I just sit there and listen to what they say.
*knock, knock*
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Our english teacher and a new boy came inside the room.
"Excuse me class, but this is our new Student. Say something about yourself and go... go sit next to (Y/N)." Everyone stared at me. And then to the boy.
"My name is Holland, Sam Holland." Sam? Is it possible that this is Sam, my suicide partner? No, that would be weird. All the girls looked at him like they're in love with him. Yes he looks handsome with his dark brown hair and eyes but I'm going to kill myself. We should not become friends. He came to me and sat next to me.
"You are (Y/N)?", he asked me and I nod. "Well your name sounds familiar.."
