'I'm not ok,' I think as I lie in bed.
It's dark. No one's up.
I can hear gentle rain on my window, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, just like my brain trying to process my many thoughts at once.
My thoughts.
The bane of my life.
They don't make sense. They're a jumbled mess in my head that I can't sort out, no matter how hard I try.
I roll over, praying for sleep, for quiet. Tomorrow is school. Again. Yay.
More acting as if I'm ok on the inside and out.
I drift off eventually, thinking about anything and everything.
And I ask you one question reader, and answer it completely honestly, I won't judge:
If I went to your school, would you want to be my friend?
I'll ask you that question a couple of times throughout the story, let's see if your answer changes or not.
YOU ARE READING
am i ok?
Teen Fictioni dont know if this will go anywhere, but this is a story about a teenage girl trying to navigate her way in high school every day. stuff (that will be revealed as you read) happens. typical story, i know. but give it a chance, and i hope you like i...
