Hayes Grier- Is this for real?

Chapter 2

I couldn't stop thinking about this nasty guy during the whole day. My nanny finally came and picked me up from the front of the building. I got my liscence taken away because I hit an old lady's mailbox a week before. My nanny was on the phone talking to someone on the other end of the line about some men troubles. I tried to hear who it was but gave up because the muffled sound gave me a screeching headache. I was pissed at that guy and was about to rip my hair out follicle by follicle. When I got home I climbed into my bed and screamed at myself. A force in my body pulled me to my mirror in my bathroom. I was worthless. I'm not even beautiful. "Why did I even think I could fit in? I'm not cool and never will be. Why am I even living? No one will notice a difference if I leave!" I slowly walked down the never ending stairs into the kitchen. The tears were slowly rolling down my face as I turned to see my terrible nanny watching the bachelor with a tub of phish food ice cream. I went through the mess of the marble kitchen table and found a shiny cerated kitchen knife. My mind started to spin. I can't do this.. I won't do this.. Ahh..

I suddenly couldn't wait any longer and was about to hurt myself terribly when my mom fortunately walked in with a huge breifcase in her hands. She dropped her bags and ran over to me. My tears streamed down and hit her cheek when she ran over to me. I passed out and woke up in a white room.

"Where am I?" I asked in a whimpered whisper. I got no answer and realized I was alone in a room. A nurse suddenly walked in and explained that I was in a mental hospital. What me? I couldn't be. Ugh.. I should just die now. I wondered about school and that jerky kid, but suddenly forgot all of my worries when I saw an extremely cute guy in the corner of my eye. He was going into the room across from mine. I heard him talking to another guy. Once they got a little closer I realized that it was hayes and Nash grier! Omg!! I tried to jump out of my bed and open the door but I was locked inside.

"Great. I'm on suicide watch. How fun is this?!?" I sarcasticly moaned. The nurses seemed to not care about my fan girl troubles but more about my health.