Today, Julio got sad because a friend of his that he made in middle school dropped all his pencils. He knows is not a valuable excuse to be sad, he was ad because it was his birthday. He was sick. His throat was in pain and he was cold. His birthday was going pretty good for like the first three to four periods and then BAAAMMM!!!!! People had to ruin it.
He started scratching himself with his pencil with the lead where his veins were. In that moment he hated his life. He wanted to start cutting himself. He felt lonely and stupid. This time he actually meant it. His other friend that he had made this year didn't stick up for him. Their names were David and Edgar. They both had gone to the same elementary school. He felt like killing himself. He wanted to cry but the would have felt even more stupid then what he already felt like.
Plus, he knew people were going to start making fun of him. It didn't seem something a boy would do. Boy's were suppose to be strong,not cry, hit girls, and make them feel like their less than boys.
But not Julio, he always tried to make people feel welcome. Only when he really like someone. To make matters worse he had a Math test. He liked Math but wasn't really feeling it today. Especially, for what had happened today.
He felt their was no meaning in life. Like that feeling that you get and start thinking what life would be like when your no their. What is it going to be like?
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Courage for Goals
RandomThis story is not much but I put effort in it. I got ideas of mi own life and people that I care for. And how I sometimes feel about what really life is. You may understand the story if you know me. This tiny story talks about this boy named Julio...
