"It's getting harder each day, so much harder. It drains me to have to constantly put up a mask, hiding how I really feel behind a smile that isn't even true. I don't think I'll ever find that easy, because it's not. The easy part for me is lying, i...
I got paint poured on me by Zeke's best friend, Ashton.
I get punched in the stomach by Zeke and his friends.
I got kicked in the balls by Amy.
And more notes were in my locker by the end of the day.
I pulled my now dry clothes out of my locker, throwing them in my bag. I picked up the fallen notes, discarding them as I left school. I walked straight home, I needed to get this now dried paint out of my hair. With my good stamina, I was home within ten minutes. I used my key to unlock the door, going up the stairs and to my room. I threw my bag down, walking into the bathroom as I pulled my paint covered clothes off, throwing them into my dirty laundry pile.
I jumped in the warm shower, immediately putting my head in the water in the hopes of getting the paint out. After about twenty minutes, it was all finally gone. I finished washing my body off before getting out of the shower. I dried myself off and threw on some grey tracksuit pants, a loose, black Three days Grace shirt and a red Shinedown hoodie.
I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a bag of ice out of the freezer. I placed it against my mouth, the main thing that was hurting. My hair was still wet, water droplets fell from my hair as it dangled over my face. I payed my head down on the table, my mouth on the ice pack. I picked my phone up as I heard it ding.
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I responded with an okay before placing my phone back down, the second it touched the table, it started ringing. I answered without checking the ID. "Hello?"
"Hey dipshit, where are you?" It was Carlos.
"At home? Why?"
"Good, just telling you we are at football practice, won't be back till around dinner, dad should be home soon though."
"Cool." I said as I hung the phone up, I honestly didn't care if they were home late, not my business what so ever.
As Carlos had said, Harrison arrived home shortly after. He walked into the kitchen with a smile, it turned into a frown when he saw me with an ice pack basically in my mouth. "Hey kiddo, what happened to your mouth?"
"I fell and hit my mouth like, really bad." I lied easily, after ten years of this, I was pretty good at making believable yet simple lies. It just became a habit like other things.
"When did that happen?"
"At lunch. I've had a sore mouth all day."
"Why didn't you come home?"
"I was showing the new girl around." A smirk grew on Harrison's face as he sat down next to me. "Don't start, she's new, I'm not a player so I'm not hitting on her. She's Italian, her name is Felicity and she is the same age as me. She's in all of my classes too, she likes the same music I do." I said quickly, trying to avoid any questioning. Harrison's smirk faltered a bit, he still seemed happy though. "So you made a friend?" That word made me think, were me and Felicity friends? I certainly knew I trusted her, I may have just met her today but that one act of kindness she did won me over. A small smile crawled onto my face as I thought about having a friend, one that understands me too.
