Fate?

Chapter one

Suddenly, shook out of my slumber I woke.
"Ugh, morning?" I groaned.
"Yes sweetie, get dressed, brush your teeth, brush your hair, grab your school bag, and get downstairs for breakfast." My mother said perched on the edge of my bed.
"Okay, okay, go please." I'm not being rude, okay.
"Someones grouchy!" She wrinkled her nose.
"I said please." I forced myself from my blue bed sheets.
"Fine." My mother chuckled and left my room.
I threw on my clothing and a hat and grabbed my bag. When I finished brushing my teeth, I did a bit of makeup. Not that I do it all the time or anything, and uh, yeah , even I don't even believe that.
I arrived to school, also known as hell.
Even honor roll students hate it. Yeah, that's right, they do.
I walked down the halls to home room, ugh. I hate my home room teacher. At least English is next.
I have one friend, she recently had surgery on her leg, so she's recovering and I have no one to talk to, or hang out with.
I reached my locker.
It was covered in hate.
I honestly don't know what I did, this just started to happen. It does hurt, I know it's just stupid, but I guess you could say I can be sensitive...
I started to peel off a yellow sticky note left on my locker that read, "Stuck-up bitch!". My eyes stung with tears. I peeled off two others, "You don't deserve life!" , and "Stop trying to be miss, 'I'm so perfect'!". I dropped them on the floor, and cried. I became angry. It was just a drop of anger, and then I was taking both hands and scratching my locker, making all the notes fall to the ground.
I put my combination in, my tears soaking my sleeves, from wiping them away. I shoved my books in my bag and slammed my locker.
The bell rang.
Wow, just in fucking time.
"Olivia!" The librarian yelled. She's always wandering the halls.
"Shit!" I muttered.
"Clean this u--" she bent down to get a closer look. "Do you need to go to the guidance teacher?"
"I'm fine, thank you." I wiped a tear away.
"I'll take care of this, head to class."
I hurried to home room.
I then sat down.
We do nothing in home room but take attendance. And our teacher is fucking rude!
Excuse my fowl language, but she is.
I just read my book the whole time, and I got lost in it...
"Olivia, Olivia?" My teacher was taking attendance.
"Oh, um, here?" And yes, I said it like a question.
"Pay attention, and I noticed you were late, don't think I didn't see you stroll in minutes after the bell rang." She scowled.
See?
"Sorry, I was talking to the librarian, and she was asking questions, and th--" Is she seriously interrupting me right now?
"I don't wanna hear it."
"Ok." I feel so small.
Next period, after announcements, I will be free to English.
Suddenly the announcements came and went.
FREEDOM, AT LAST!
I ran into English class and slumped into my chair.
I'm going to cut out her teaching and attendance because come on, let's be honest, that's boring.
Okay, let's skip to lunch.
I'm not hungry.
I'm not gonna eat.
Remember, 'I don't deserve life."
Ugh, let's just skip to the bus ride home.
The bus came barreling towards me.
It came to a screeching stop.
It was my bus. Yes! I'm going home!
Kids piled in front of me, and onto the bus. I walked up the black, dirt covered, bus steps.
As I walked down the bus isle people laughed and threw crumpled paper at me.
"HEY, HEY! QUIT IT!" The bus' intercom echoed.
I sat in the last seat in the back, and put my knees to my chest and looked out the window.
Trees passed, along with houses, cars, and people.
I felt like no one cared anymore.
I gazed at my shoes.
Black combat boots, my favorite boots.
I smiled.
"Weird-ass." I heard someone whisper.
I looked out the window again.
The tears escaped my eyes.
Thankfully, my stop was next.
Here it is.
I hurried off the bus and across the street.
I walked threw the door, and I broke down. I couldn't.
I sat on the ground and weeped.
Why is this happening?! Why are they doing this?!
"Hon?" I heard my mom bend down.
I sniffled.
She sighed.
"Okay, sweety."
I did my homework, brushed my teeth, and went to bed.
I didn't want dinner.
I don't deserve it.