Song above is a bop okay bye))
I woke the next morning and looked at the clock. 3:20. I shrugged and laid back down drifting into another deep sleep. A few hours later i woke up to sounds of my alarm filling my ears. "Okay Jordan. Time to get up and suffer." i mumbled to myself and groaned as i got up and walked to myself. A sharp pain spreading across my arms and legs. Memories from yesterday rushed to my head as i looked in my closet, finding a black t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans and a black hoodie. I smiled slightly as i realised my parent's weren't home. I went back over to my phone and put on my playlist. Roses by Juice wrld and brendon urie came on (song above) and i quietly sang along as i got ready. A few minutes after i got ready and was now brushing my slightly long hair i heared a knock on my door "Jordan turn that motherfuckery down." my mother snapped from the other side. "I will mum, I'm on my way out right now." i said calmly, trying to ignore another black eye, or broken nose, or even worse.. I snapped from my thoughts and grabbed my phone, earbuds, and backpack and rushed out the door, trying to ignore as much communication as possible. I walked to school, snow crunching under my feet. I quietly hummed along to the song which just happened to be Dying In La by Panic! At The Disco. I crossed the road and walked along the sidewalk and into the school. The bell rang a few minutes later and i sat in class. I wasn't listening to the teacher, or taking notes. I was doodling and staring off in space. I suddenly felt a note, then another. I opened the first one and in clear, black letters written in pen it said "die fag. Nobody needs you." i sighed as i got up and threw the note away "Miss Wilder what do you think you're doing?" the teacher snapped as i sat back down. "I-i was throwing away a piece of paper." i stuttered as i look at the person that threw the paper. They just smirked and looked away. "Well miss wilder, that could've waited until after class. But now, since you've interrupted my class i want you to go get the paper and read it out loud to the class." i felt my heart sink to my stomach as she said that.
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She Cried For Help
Teen FictionJordan Wilder always felt alone. Not the good type of alone, the type of alone when you have no energy left.