My Past, My Present, My Future

New School... Again

Wow. This is really awkward. Sitting in a classroom, thinking to myself. All the new students were in one big classroom together. People were staring at each other and trying to find new friends. I on the other hand had made a few friends. I didn't even think they would be friends but since I was such an awesome person they wanted to be friends with me.

Anyways. I get more friends along the way down the school year. Doing pretty good in all my classes, then everything went down hill. My grades were dropping because everything got harder and I couldn't catch up.

There was tons of drama around the school. There were rumors about me too. Well I ended up going to freaking counseling. You know how many counselors I've been too!? A lot. They don't help at all. They talk too much, they end up talking about themselves and they don't give good advice.

All the drama was crazy. There were boyfriends and breakups and so much more. I was being messed with by so many people. Especially the ones that felt like they were cool, everyone thought they were cool, but they are wrong. They are jerks. Buttfaces. Meanies, and more words.

*Time goes by*

I'm struggling through this school work. I'm asking for more work to do to get my grades up. I was staying up late trying to get all my homework done. I couldn't understand a thing. Even after having notes on it and reading things over and over.

Well things get better, but the bullies don't.

This was it. I was wanting to leave. I didn't take any of this any more. I didn't need all this stress on me.

I..

Started..

To..

Cut..

Tears strum down my face. The sharp tool in either hand, with the point on my skin. Slicing my arms. This was over... The hard part was hiding them.. Until your friends start to play around and pull you by the arm and your making the most hurtful face ever because they hurt and your friends don't know. Then they find out on their own. Which was sad. I couldn't believe I had cut myself.

I didn't know if I could make it through the year.

*The end of school year comes*

I freaking passed again!!! If you looked at my arms, my scars were gone. Some were faded How? Why? I had this thing called Vaseline to put on them.

Well it was time for another Summer.

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Watcha think about this next summer coming up in my next update?? Is it gonna be a blast? Is it gonna be dead?

Gotta wait (; haha

Thank you lovely ones for reading. And if some of you didn't know this but.. This story is a true story. *gasps* yes it's all true. Guess who's life this is? Ooh it's mine. Yeah mine. Just letting y'all know.