She wakes up...
She wipes the dry tears from the previous night...
She checks her phone...
Nothing interesting...
She goes to the bathroom...
She looks in the mirror at the hideous monster looking back at her...
She changes into some baggy jeans and sweater...
They'll make fun of her body..
She brushes her hair...
Disgusting classic colour...
She puts on makeup...
Acne is a good way to get made fun of even though every single person has to go through it...
She brushes her teeth...
Horribly stained yellow...
She leaves her room...
Grabs her empty bag and leaves the house of screaming...
She doesn't need food...
She's okay with starving...
She doesn't need it...
She's fat enough...
At least that what everyone else saids...
She gets on the bus...
Hood on...
Blasting depressing pop or rap in her
ears...
Some girl sits by her...
A girl she hates...
That girl thinks she's her best friend...
She thinks otherwise...
She wants the girl to go away...
To leave her alone...
To ask for her personal space...
But that would be mean...
That would be selfish...
Who cares about her...
Who cares about her personal space...
She lets the girl sit and gossip to her about her friends and the girls boy issues...
She doesn't care...
She doesn't want to hear it...
But she tries to be nice...
She offers help...
She doesn't care...
She knows this girl will throw her away after...
She doesn't care...
