"I can't believe how much I hate. Pressures of a new place roll my way," the young dark-haired teenager sang quietly as she stepped into the large building. "Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me. Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me."
"Riss!" A girl called, running in behind her. "Riss, wait up!"
The dark-haired girl turned around. "Oh, hey, Teagan. And...really? Riss? I haven't been called that since seventh grade."
"Well, I was too out of breath to say Clarissa," Teagan said breathlessly. "I missed the bus and my mom already left for work, so I had to run all the way here."
"Why didn't you just take your car?" Clarissa frowned.
"I crashed it again," Teagan shrugged.
"Oh, Teag," Clarissa chuckled, shaking her head. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Give me something to eat, hopefully. I didn't have breakfast."
"I packed mini muffins," Clarissa sighed, pulling a Zip-Lock bag out of her backpack and handing it to her friend.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Teagan grinned, shoving one of the muffins in her mouth. "Want one?" She asked with her mouth full.
Clarissa rolled her eyes at her friend's poor manners. "I'm good, thanks," she said with a small sigh. "We should go find out where our lockers are."
"Yep," Teagan nodded. "Let's go."
I crumble underneath the weight.
Pressures of a new place roll my way.
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me.
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me.
"I hope this school year will be better than last year," Clarissa sighed.
"Me too," Teagan nodded. "I know that last year wasn't the easiest for you."
Clarissa shook her head, remembering the pain she had experienced.
Teagan put a hand on her shoulder. "Well, let's hope that you don't have to deal with rude bullies again."
"I'm already dusting off my jumpsuit," Clarissa sighed.
"Well, I'll be right there," Teagan nodded. "If you need anyone. I'll stop my plans."
"Thanks," Clarissa smiled slightly. "I should get to homeroom."
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"That was excruciating," Clarissa sighed, setting her backpack on the kitchen counter.
"Hello, dear," her mother smiled, entering the kitchen. "How was your first day of school?"
"Wonderful," Clarissa lied. "I made a lot of friends. And as much as I would like to tell you all about it, I have a lot of homework to do, so I think I'll just go up to my room and get started."
"Alright, dear. I'll call you when dinner's ready."
Clarissa nodded and turned to go upstairs.
"Darling?" Her mother chuckled, holding out her backpack. "You forgot something."
"Right. Thanks." Clarissa took the backpack and bolted up the stairs. Once she reached her room, she shut the door behind her and threw her bag aside before flopping onto her bed. "Why does the world hate me?" She muttered bitterly into her pillow, sighing deeply as tears welled in her eyes. "Why does life suck so much?"
No. No, she wasn't going to let herself feel this way.
She promised herself that this year would be the year she would finally rise above her depression.
I can't believe how much I hate.
Pressures of a new place roll my way.
Jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me.
Oh, jumpsuit, jumpsuit, cover me!
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Welcome to Trench
ФанфикClarissa is a young girl in eleventh grade, who has just moved to a new school. On top of that, she is battling depression. A battle, it seems, she is losing. However, is it possible for her to rise above it? To levitate, if you will? With just a li...
