I was at school. It was one of the worst days I've had in a while. I broke the plastic of my pencil sharpener and unscrewed the blade. I should've waited til I got home. Why fuck didn't I wait til I got home. Kelly found me. She ran to Mr.Huit's class (my sixth period) and all I could hear was the little click-clack-click-clack of her shoes on the grey hallway tile. He burst in the doors and swooped me up and to the nurse's office. I've never been more embarrassed in my entire 17 years of life. Kids and teachers and janitors and parents and principals crowded the hallways. Mr.Huit was coach of the track team so you know he could sprint for the life of him. We finally made it to the Nurse's Office. She was utterly shocked and horrified. Another person who would just remember me as the cutter. Not the girl on the basketball team, not the girl who was on student council, not Jenny Dangello, the cutter girl who just couldn't wait til she got home.
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I Just Wanna Die Sometimes
Teen FictionSo one day in a far off land, no. This isn't a cool fairy tale romance or some action movie where the main character saves the world. No bippity-boppity-boos for me. No transforming cars for me. All of our lives have a script, so what's yours? If yo...
