Journal Entry 1

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Today, as I sat in Spanish, minding my own business and quietly doing my work like I always do, I felt a tap on my arm, and looked to my side to see one of the "populars"-as I called them-looking at me with a stupid grin on his face. "What do you want?" I asked with as little emotion in my voice as possible. He pointed at my wrist and turned to his friends, making gestures as if he were cutting, and laughing. I looked down at my wrist and remembered that I forgot my jacket that I normally wore to hide my scars. I had left it at home, and walked out the door thinking it was in my locker. My cuts were in plain sight. 'Shit.' I thought. I brushed it off and ignored the comment, and continued my work. But as I turned away, I heard a serious voice behind me saying, "Just leave her alone, James." It was the boy next to the one who made the joke. "Luke", I think his name was. He always hung out with the populars, and I assumed he was rude and stuck up like them, so I was surprised that he was sticking up for me. "Geez, I was just making a joke." James replied. "Well it wasn't funny." Luke said. I tried not to get my hopes up about him. After all, the populars do that to you. They make you think you can trust them, and then they lie and trick you. He was probably just a jerk trying to use me.

The bell rang, and I got my stuff and went to lunch. I went into the cafeteria, sat down at my table in the back, and ate my lunch alone, rereading one of my favorite books. I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Hey." I looked up. It was Luke again. 'Oh, great...' I thought to myself. "Hey." I said back. "I wanted to apologize for my friend's behavior. He can be a little...rude sometimes." he said in an apologetic tone. I could tell he felt bad about it. "Okay. Thanks, I guess." I said in a monotone voice. He nodded and walked back to his table. As I turned my head, I heard James asking him, "Why were you talking to her? She's a freak." I rolled my eyes and went back to eating my lunch. 'What a weird day...' I thought.

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