I walked to my class and sat down in my desk. A few athletes walked by and started laughing.
"Look at the little emo bitch," one of the athletes yelled.
All eyes darted towards me. I sunk lower and lower in my seat. I hated school so damn much.
"Everybody take their seat," the teacher said. The students listened for once and sat down.
Suddenly a note landed on my desk. I already knew what it was. I slowly opened it. There were two words on the page. They were in pencil and were sprawled across the page. The words were, KILL YOURSELF.
My body filled with hate. My face got red. A few kids giggled at that. I crumpled up the paper and threw it on the floor. More kids laughed at that.
I raised my hand.
"What is it Drake?" The teacher asked.
"Can I go to the restroom?" I asked.
"Go ahead."
I got out of my seat and moved to the door.
"Go cry in the bathroom, little cunt," someone whispered.
I threw open the classroom door with rage and went into the restroom. The kid that said to go cry was right. Because as soon as I got in there I locked the main door to the restroom and broke down crying.
I reached around on the floor but then remembered I was at school and my razors were at home. I wanted to go home so bad.
