Sophomore year is coming to an end. 8 or 7 more weeks of school left and then it's summer. Usually, people are happy it's ending soon. No more stress, work, or drama piling up on our lives at once. For me....it doesn't. It's a reminder that my time here is coming to an end soon. I wish time would stop or the day would reply over and over again. I'm not ready....and there's so much I wanna do in life but with so little time and so many things happening.
Honestly....I'm scared, going on to my junior year because I don't know what's gonna happen. To me or my friends. I was thankful enough that they'll stay by my side until the end but I don't wanna hurt them. Why can't I win...why must I make other people suffer...I don't want to do that.
What kind of sick cruel joke have god made me into!
Flashback
"Why does she even come here?" One of the adults in my Nativity School whispered to another adult. "Because she's the granddaughter of one of our people." One replied. "Really? I feel bad for the grandmother....to have a child like that as your granddaughter." One replied back. They think I wasn't even listening but I was. I hear all sorts of things.
Things they can't hear nor see. I knew I was different, I knew I didn't belong here. But yet, here I am.
"Why do you even exist!" A kid pushed me down on the asphalt of the playground. I was doing nothing but reading a book I borrowed at my school library. "My Mom said god made everyone for a reason! But why did he made you!" Another kid appeared. Soon I was surrounded by kids telling me god this and god that.
"God must have made you as a joke!" One hollered out and the whole group of kids began laughing. I did nothing, all I did was sat there on the hot burning asphalt taking in all the rude commentary.
At the time I didn't know why I didn't fight back. But, now I know.
End of Flashback
I was listening to Halestorm and many other artist to calm down my anger. At this moment in time I was anger at the universe. I don't care what shitty karma the universe throws at me because I've been through the worst of the worst. Why do I try so hard to fit in at times? Why must I be born different?
I can still feel the punches and kicks everyday. I know where they are I know who they came from. It'll never end....no matter how hard I tried...with...
So many questions......no answers....little time.....
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Emotionless
Teen FictionA girl with a severe heart condition must be careful of what she does and feels making her emotionless. As years go by it gets worse and worse that she might not make it past her 19th birthday. She knows she doesn't have much time so she tries to ma...
