Struggling to Breathe

I have a painful past, I have a painful present...

        This is my story...

        My name is Samantha Berrington. There isn't much to me, I am mostly a lost dust in the wind. I cant help being blown about because of issues in my life, because I don't care anymore. They all think I'm depressed, another one of those side effects of my life, but maybe I'm fine. I know everything isn't fine, my dad is a complete screwball and the rest of my family is just deranged, I have some issues with being hurt by others but like I said "I don't care anymore" . I could care less that people bully me, after being shoved into a locker and being sealed in you lose your emotions, so without emotions I can't be depressed... Can I?

        My alarm goes off for the third time and my mom walks in to slowly push me out of bed. I pick out an outfit that consists of jean shorts, a white t-shirt, a pink hoodie, and my brown flip-flops. Sluggishly walking down the stairs I grab my book bag and sling it over my shoulder, I was gonna grab breakfast with my friend Terra at McDonalds. I took $5 out of my moms wallet and headed out the door, yelling at my mom and dad that I loved them (which was a half lie). Walking down the street I met up with Terra, she was much prettier than I with long, flowing, brown hair. She was wearing a beautiful dress with a floral design, heels, and her hair styled in a sleek bun. We both pass silently into the McDonalds sneaking each other funny looks. Finally reaching the inside of the fast-food place we burst out laughing and greeting each other, even though I am dying on the inside I enjoy my time with her. We each purchase a biscuit then walk outside talking with our mouths full.

Sam: I have missed you so much! How was your weekend?

Terra: It was good, I missed you too! Didn't do much this weekend, you know, the usual.

        You don't know this but Terra's usual is going to the mall and purchasing everything inside of it. This is unlike me because my family has no money.

Sam: God, it's so hot out here!

Terra: Then take off your sweatshirt, here let me help y...

        Before Terra could finish I jerked away from her and casually played it off.

Sam: No, uhhh, this is my lucky sweatshirt and I need it for my, uhhh, history test today.

Terra: Oh okay. So what is your test about?

        Terra and I continued a well-thought conversation on the way to school about World War II. Once we reached the torture chamber we called school, we went our separate ways. I strolled down the hallway awkwardly walking by groups of populars. After a minute or so of continuous walking I make it to my calc class. To my delight they are doing locker checks today... It doesn't matter that much.

Wait...

Not Locker Checks...

                                                    I'm. Screwed.