Hell on earth. AKA school.
Most teenagers loathe every single inch of the place. I am one of them. I'm so anxious that I want to throw up everytime I think about school.
I guess you could have call me a loner. I'd rather of call it 'distancing myself from all the bullshit'.
I'm that girl at the back of the class. Long sleeves and silent. But don't be fooled; silence is the most powerful scream.
The only time i wasn't alone is when we were in lessons. Mainly becuase people had to talk to me in pair work... even then it's only a few short words before they turn to their beloved friends. I had a friend once... It was horrible. All she wanted to do was talk about boys; something that is certainly not my thing.
Girls spend their day swooning over all the sporty guys whilst I sit, alone, reading. Praying nobody will touch me, talk to me, or even look at me. I just want to sit in my own little box so I don't have to be so anxious.
Normally nobody bothers me. But one day somebody did. Not just anybody though; Georgia Shannon - now there's one girl who certainly doesn't have severe anxiety... like me...
She's everything you want to be and more.
Ever looked at somebody and gone "I WANT TO BE HER!"? well Georgia was that kind of girl. As thick as a brick wall but she had the looks of a pageant queen. She walked with confidence and is known for always pulling on the first date. Numerous rumours go around about her and her life. She doesn't care though; the more attention the better.
I'd never really noticed her till she started speaking to me that day. But as soon as she snached my book, dropped it on the ground, booted it across the floor and yelled "FETCH BITCH"; she landed herself a spot in my daily life and routine.
Nobody really noticed what she did and nobody really cared. All she wanted to do is push me over the edge.
And she succeed... hope you're happy now Georgia.
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RandomI understand you'll all probably slag me off because i have wrote something that you may deem as"depressing". Well fuck you. This story is dedicated to a person I was once friends with (over the internet). Her name was Samara and at the age of 14...