It's only the start..[chapter one

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Where do I start? Where do I start? Oh my god, if I didn’t think up something this teacher was going to  write me up. . .

                “Kayley!” She snapped at me, “Why haven’t you been at school for the past 2 weeks, and tardy today?”  By now, you can probably guess that I was fighting my eyes to keep from getting all red and puffy.  I was strong, right? Yeah, I was strong.  The two past weeks has been a living hell, and it broke me down so badly. 

                “KAYLEY TELL ME OR YOU’RE GOING TO GET SUSPENDED!” The teacher yelled at me again, making me jump.  This time, I had gotten tired of it.  I jumped up and slammed my binder.

                “Suspended?! That would be a fucking miracle!  I’d love to get expelled if you don’t mind.  Please, just pull me out of this place already!  I’m so sick of all you people. I’m sick of being told otherwise.  I’m sick of being pushed around by all of you!  Of course, everyone in this town is a liar and a fraud! I’m sick of it.”  I had guessed that my outburst was unnecessary, and it left me more embarrassed than I was before. 

                I ungracefully grabbed my things and left the class room.  I was finally crying, for the first time in 8 years.  I was tired. . .Well, you could put it that way. . . But the more I had lived, the more I noticed that even the loudest sounds seemed like total silence.  I wasn’t going deaf or anything,  I was just… tired….

                The moment I walked into the office, the schools counselor was staring at me in shock. “Kayley? What’s wrong?”

                All I could do in response was shake my head and sputter out, “I’m dropping out.”

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                That was a 2 months ago, and without the stress of school, everything was going well, at least in my head.  Forcing myself into a fake reality was so much better than living reality face to face. 

                “Kayley, the hospital is going to be picking you up soon.” Thank you, Uncle Jerry, for making my mood plummet below zero.

                “Why?”

                “You need it, sweetie.”  Yeah.  I need it as much as I need a slap in the face.

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