My Last Word

Chapter 1

The soft wind blew gently as I was walking home from school. The song Break by Three Days Grace was blasting in my black earphones as I looked down as I took my steps on the old sidewalk. Nothing ever happens here, at least to my liking. I live in the middle of nowhere now that I think about it. I look up and immediately regret it, the sunlight in my eyes as I looked down, still temporarily blind.
My blonde hair was in a messy bun due to the fact I quickly rushed it. I don't wear makeup, so I stick with the "natural" look. I suffer from some sort of...condition.. where my eyes are different colours. I use to have brown eyes, but something happened and my left eye got discoloured, turning blue. Because of that I was made fun of a lot.
I have no friends, and I wish that was an exaggeration. Sadly it's more of an understatement. I can't even look up to the board in class without the fear of flying objects coming my way. People don't really talk to people like me. Not that I'd blame them.
I finally got to my small home and opened the door to hear the arguments between my mom and dad. This is normal, so I just slip by and walk up the stairs to my room.
"I swear to God, Vivian! How do you always manage to fuck up? I shouldn't of married such an idiot!"
"Jared, keep your voice down," my moms voice was soft and was cracking, trying to hold back tears, "Sam wouldn't want us to be fighting like this.."
"Oh boohoo! I don't fuckin care what that bitch of a daughter wants! I'm going to go outside." His voice got louder and I heard stoping, then a scream from my mother. When she screamed I covered my ears and tensed up. A few seconds later the door slammed, followed by the soft whimpering of my mother.
"Mom?" I called out, my voice shaking with fear as my mom replies, "Stay in your room, Sam." I didn't bother arguing, knowing my dad would be back any minute, so I worked on my homework. I'm sure my teacher won't mind the few tear drops, or won't notice them.

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The school bell rang as I was walking to my second class. Compared to the rest of the classmates I'm really short, so the occasional person would bump into me hard, slamming me against the lockers, then says they "didn't see me there," walking away with laughter. This happened three times today, and it's only second period. You'd think high school would be the time of your life. I laugh at that thought.
I enter language class as I sit in my seat at the far corner where people would usually lead me alone. There was the same idiotic couple in the back making out as usual when the teacher cleared his throat.
He was really tall and had black hair. He looked around and then smiled as he normally did with his slightly crooked but white teeth. "Well class," he started out with. "There is a new student in his class. He just moved here and I would like him to come up to the front and introduce himself."
A black haired guy stood up and a couple of girls stopped and stared. I managed to look up and found that I couldn't look away. He was slightly tanned and was tall, not too tall though. His baggy sweater was still bright white and he was wearing jeans. If it wasn't for his friendly smile you'd think he was bad news. He smiled nervously and he looked around.
"My name is George.. I'm in grade 10.. Obviously.." A few people laughed, the girls were staring at him like their favourite food. I tried to look away, but the fact that someone new is here is strange. It's a small town, so people moving in rarely happens.
A popular girl, Melony, looked at me and rolled her eyes. She took a piece of paper and crumpled it up, throwing it at my head. I glared at her when the paper hit me, and she just giggled as she tossed her vibrant red hair. "Freak," I heard her mutter to her friend, and they began to giggle amongst themselves.
George stopped talking as he saw what happened, then after a few seconds he continued. I didn't pay attention to what he was saying, being too embarrassed. I doodled in my book and while nobody was paying attention I flipped the page.
REASONS TO DIE
That is the title. I reviewed my 30 reasons to die and wondered what to add. When I was about to write something the bell rang.

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When school ended, someone ran up behind me and tapped my shoulder. Surprised by the approach I screamed and turned around, only to see George. "Oh," I said, "Hey."
"Hey."
We stood there in silence when he cleared his throat, looking nervous. "What is it?" I said, with a little too much attitude in my voice, causing me to get even more nervous.
"I just wanted to see if everything was okay."
"Why would you care? Shouldn't you go make friends" I realized I sounded meaner then intended, instantly going pale. "I'm sorry.. I'm not use to this."
"I am making friends, I'm befriending you, aren't I?" He began to smirk childishly.
"Your making a fool of yourself, that's what your doing."
"Is it working?"
"Well-"
He cut me off, "great, then I'll continue." I looked at him for a long time, unable to shake off the fact someone was talking to me. "Listen, if you want we can walk each other home. I want to get to know you."
"Why would you? You saw how people treat me. I'm a freak, George. Go be friends with the guys, get all the girls, don't waste your time."
"Because," he replied, "that is way too mainstream for my liking. Besides, I'd hate to be in your position."
I stopped walking for a second, unsure what to say. Then I got an idea. "Let's go to the park, it's on my way home anyways."
"Great!" George smiled as he grabbed my arm, "Lead the way!"
I smiled as I began to walk towards the park. The first real smile I had in years. And it was all because of an idiotic boy with a social death wish. I don't think I'll mind, though.