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Monday.

Who the hell cares about Monday? Monday sucks, just like every other day of the week, maybe even a little bit more.

As you might be able to tell, I'm definitely not in the best state of mind right now. First off, I hadn't had a huge amount of sleep the previous night.

I had been purposely ignoring Molly, due to the incident that had happened in the shop with the whole 'fight' situation, and I didn't want to face the situation on that night, when I was already feeling quite low.

But, Molly stood her ground and continued to constantly call me, and when I finally decided that she wasn't going to give up, I answered the phone.

Immediately I was faced with her distressed self, asking what on earth had happened at the shop. I thought maybe I had got Luke all wrong and he had faced up to his problems and took some responsibility, but then I found out that the only reason Molly knew was due to the fact that a nosey customer decided to call her and tell her what had happened. What gave them the nerve to do that? It was none of their business!

Secondly, I had to go back to school again on Monday. It's not like I hadn't gone in ages, as I had been there just last Friday, but to be honest, I've never enjoyed going to school.

I don't know about you, but going into a place that constantly reminds you about the past that you're trying to escape doesn't exactly appeal to me.

Also paired with the fact that I unsurprisingly have no friends, it just doesn't make me very enthusiastic towards school every morning.

It's not like I get constantly bullied or anything like that, but I do get those looks. Those constant looks of sympathy, or the looks that tell me "I know how you feel", even though they have no f*cking idea what they're on about. I just hate being the sob story of the school.

And, along with that, I do get the occasional rude, sarcastic comment chucked my way as well. I think the only reason they don't full on bully me is because of her.

Unwillingly, I managed to inspire myself enough to get washed and dressed for school, also remembering to grab my book bag before heading out the door.

My family and I hadn't exactly been on the best of terms since our 'little' argument. I had just been ignoring them as much as I could, whilst they tried to get in my way. I can't exactly put it off much longer, but at the moment they certainly don't deserve my undivided attention, so I'm just not going to give it to them.

Plus, I had made that promise to myself to only talk to people that have showed me some act of kindness, and I'm certainly not going to drop it for them, as they haven't showed me anything remotely kind or caring.

Luckily, the school wasn't that far away, so as I pooled through my own thoughts I found myself drifting through the rusting dark green school gates, and walking up to the main building, trying to ignore the 'subtle' glances that were sent my way.

I headed straight for my first class, which just happened to be on the other side of the school, so I had to go through several different hallways and a couple buildings to get there, whilst passing pretty much everyone who attended the school. It was a big school, but luckily I had time.

Finally making it to maths class, I sat down in my usual seat near the back of the class and rested my chin lazily on the palms of my hands, allowing my eyes to drop as I waited for the rest of the day to finish, so I could go home and cry about my life some more.

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Once the final bell of the day ran, I immediately scurried out of my seat, rushing out of the classroom as if I was in a marathon. That day had been awful, worse than it had been in a while actually.