||Olivia||
I don't have many friends after I was diagnosed as depressed. I guess I am fine with that, I can't get any worse then I already am right?
Sometimes it really stinks not having any friends. Not having anyone to laugh with, to tease, to have someone who defends you, and someone who is always there for you. I only have myself. Nobody to trust, except myself.
All these thoughts are rushing through my mind on the way to school by the time I know it I'm met with the front doors of my high school.
I hate this place, I continuously repeat in my head.
I need to be here though, so that I can leave as soon as possible.
It's not that I hate this place, it's the people that are held within it. I hate them. Every single one of them. I don't tell them this obviously. I keep to myself. I always have my fake smile on for everyone not to pay more attention then they should to me.
I walk through these dreaded halls too long forgetting the first bell has already rang. I haven't been here for what, two weeks? One week? I have no clue what I have first period. It's my first day back and I don't remember my damn schedule for God's sake.
I somewhat jog to the front office to receive my schedule.
"Hi." I say once I have reached the office, might I add out of breath due to the fact of my non-athletic ability.
"Hi, is there something you need?" The lady at the front desk asks me.
"Um, it's my first day back and I kind of, um, forget my schedule." I struggle to ask.
"First and last name?" She asks already prepared to type in my name into the computer in front of her.
"Olivia Cecilia."
"Oh, it's right here, first day back I assume?"
"Yes."
"Here is your schedule, I hope you remember where each room is?"
"I'll figure it out." I say with the most fake smile I have possibly ever given.
I turn away and start to walk through the now abandoned hallways. I look at my schedule to see classes I soon recognize.
Period one is Social Studies. I walk in and all eyes are on me.
I hate attention I always have.
I put my head down and walk to the teachers desk, the only thing I hear are murmurs.
"Isn't that Olivia?" One girl says.
"Didn't she try to kill herself?" Another asks.
I shake their voices out of my head and look up to the teacher.
"Hi, well, it's my first day back, and I am not sure if you want to assign me a new seat or not," I asks clearly uncomfortable, I keep shifting my feet, and fiddling with my fingers.
"Don't worry about it, just take any seat," she says with a smile, I hope genuine.
I make my way through the rows to a boy with green hair. It being the only seat empty I sit next to him. I look to him to see he is already staring directly at me, observing my every move.
"I'm sorry for staring, I'm Michael," he says extending his hand. I shake his hand and forget to introduce myself.
"I'm Olivia,"
"It's nice to meet you," he smiles.
"So what are we learning?" I ask trying to start conversation.
