I was raised to never snitch. Apparently Kelly was taught differently. Cutting was the thing at my school. And no I didn't slit my wrists for popularity. I was an outcast whether I cut myself or not. You would hear girls talking about ways to hide razors, the easiest ways to get razors and blades, and of course the excuses. 'Cat scratches.' 'Bike wipe out.' 'Shaving nicks.' They always worked for me. This school was the worst place I have ever been. And on top of everything Kelly was one of those girls. I don't know why she did what she did, but she cut. She was the prettiest girl in school. Jock boyfriend, A+ student, extremely popular. People said it was because Derek (her boyfriend) hit her. I'm honestly not sure. I never really talked to her.
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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...
