Chapter 8

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For the next 5 months Jay isn't going to be at school. He is going to Hati as a foreign exchange student to help the homeless. Which is great but sucks for me. When biology class comes around Terry follows me to my desk and when I turn around and set my stuff down the only thing I know is there is a sharp pain in my chin and I fly backwards into the wall cutting my head open from a punch from her. Then she starts kicking me repeatedly and she hisses "I told you to stay away from my man. And by the way, he didn't leave me. He only went to your house and to get you too fall in love with him again just so he could leave you and hurt you even more than before." The guy who stopped me from killing myself only did it to hurt me more. I just want to run away and die. I'm done with life. I get up and run out of class and go to the bathroom to clean up all of the blood all over me.

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Saturday I was walking around town just staring at the sidewalk when this girl bumps into me, knocking me to the ground and she falls on top of me. She quickly gets up and say "I'm sorry." And offers to help me up. I suddenly recognize the girl in front of me. Her name is Juilet and she is depressed like me. Only reason I know this is because one time she was being attacked by a bunch of preppies and I stepped in trying to help her and I get flung backwards, all because she was bi-sexual. "It's okay." I say to her. "How are you doing Juliet?" I ask "Worse. I'm still being pushed around for being bi-sexual and the girl I have a crush on is depressed and is only thinking about suicide and I don't know what to do." "Oh I'm sorry. I have no idea what to say. Wanna hang out for a while I've got no where to be and no friends to be with." "But aren't we friends?" She exclaims. "If you want to be." "Yay!" She exclaims again and grabs my hand, which I don't really mind because I'm also bi-sexual and she is fucking adorable. "So." I say as we sit down on a bench. "Who is the girl you have a crush on?" "Um... No one." "You said you have a crush on a girl who is she?" "Um. You." She whispered to me. Then she turned her head towards me and grabbed the side of my face and kissed me.

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