Hurt || 5H

nine

"class! Pay attention!" My first-hour sub teacher yelled.

One of the guys in the back table group we're making nasty jokes in the back of the class. Of course, mostly the guys started to laugh which got the kids off task.

"Brooklyn and Kathy, when the girls are doing the pirouettes I want you two to do triple whip backs." Ms minder said, yesterday, aka the first day, that on Friday the pep assembly we will perform this dance.

"Girls, next week are pom tryouts I need to know a good ratio on who will be trying out." She asked after class.

"Brooke, will you be trying out?" Kathy whispered. I shook my head, my parents would kill me. "Bro come on." She whined. "Just think about it."

"Brooklyn, will you be trying out?" Ms. Minder asked. I shook my head.

"Think about it hun, it would be fun."

I nodded as the bell rang to go to German.

"Open your books up to page thirty and do the questions." Mr. Finch said. It's now English, the worst class.

While I was doing the questions, I could feel eyes burning holes in the back of my head.

When I finish I put my head down indicating that I'm done. Everyone was still working or just talking to friends. I look over to see Camila falling asleep.

Mr. Finch went out of the classroom to do who knows what. The whole classroom noticed some kids fell asleep including Camila. The rest of the class started talking to their friends. I tore a piece of paper and crumbled it up throwing it at Camila.

"Hey," Camila whined. I put my head down to shield her from seeing me laugh.

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"Are you doing pom tryouts?" Normani asks turning the corner.

"No."

"Why girlie?" She asks.

Maybe its because I'm ugly and fat. Plus my parents would have a cow.

"I don't know."

"Do it man. If you make varsity its better than JV. You have way more fun."

"Fine." I sigh.

"Yay!"

I'm dropped off at my front door and I see my parents car. I don't see any sign of my parents in the house which is a good thing.

I walk upstairs and see tons of trash bags. I look to see where they are coming from and it's surprisingly my room. All of my things are being wadded up in trash bags for an unknown reason.

"What are you doing mother and father?" I hesitantly ask them. They get up quicker than I expected.

"You see since you think you're the shit, we're giving you a lesson to learn. You're not, you are moving to the basement with just the bed down their and bag on your back. You don't need all of this space." My father says. My paper slips from my hand and falls to the ground. It's the tryouts form. His eyes shoot down to the paper and he picks it up.

"So you think you can just try out for things you're not even good at?!" He waves the paper in my face getting closer to me.

"I-I'm sorry," I say full of fear.

"You can do it again this year but then no more. We expect 100% on everything now if not, we pull you out." My mother says. Clearly not happy about me not wanting to do pom either.

Sneaking Apple slices under my sleeves when I go to the fridge then downstairs. I could drop dead right here and no one would care.

Sometimes dying seems better than living.

Hey guys

It's 2:14 AM and I'm not even tired rip. Anyways I'm on break and I'm trying to update as much as I can to make up for these absences. Question: what is the song your currently listening to or was listening to? Mine is Some Nights by fun