Monday
8:00 am
Wow. Happy one month anniversary of this book. I never thought I would stick with something this long lmao. Especially something people don't read. Even though February only had 29 days, I'm still counting it as a one month anniversary.I woke up as normal and left for school. Boring morning, boring day. My neck was stiff for some reason. I got on the bus and ended up at school, just like every day. My friend was waiting for me. For me. Her friend is still absent but I'm not complaining.
We talked for a bit before the bell rang. As much as having a friend is exhausting, it's nice I suppose.
Period 1&2
History. Today we are playing the board games we made. Easy period. Our teacher said he's not going to be here tomorrow. The first group we went to didn't have a game so we talked about the coronavirus. I talk about it way too much, don't I? The next game was fun. It was a Candyland made to fit the Murder of Emmett Till.Period 3
Health. We are learning about drugs today. Our teacher seems sad and I wonder why until she says she is going to tell us a story about her friend. Oh shit, this is gonna hurt. She muttered something about thinking it would be easier since she already told it last period but it wasn't. She looked on the verge of tears.So basically our teacher had a friend called Grayson who she knew since kindergarten. She was in every one of his classes up until fifth grade because her elementary school did this thing where they took the same group of kids and just moved them up. In middle school, they had a few of the same classes but still stayed as close friends.
In high school, they had basically the same schedule but instead of football, she had cheerleading. The football people had cheerleading partners for spirit assemblies and challenges so of course, they were partners (he wad a quarterback). She was also his lab partner. He was really, really smart and they were both the only freshman in honors geometry.
Well, one day there was this party. My teacher couldn't go because her mother forbids it but Grayson went. Well, Grayson wanted to be cool so he stole some prescription pills from his grandparent's medicine cabinet and took them before heading off to the party.
He went to the party, drank alcohol blah blah blah before coming home. His mother was waiting for and his mother questioned why his eyes were red. Obviously, he didn't want to say he was doing drugs (which he should have done) so he said he had an allergic reaction to his friend's cat (since he is allergic to cats).
His mom believed him and gave him some Benadryl before sending him to his room. Little to their knowledge, Benadryl and whatever drug he took is a deadly combination. So he went upstairs and stayed up late on his computer on social media. His mother found him the next day, dead, foaming from the mouth, still in his computer chair.
Our teacher no longer had a football partner. No longer had a lab partner. And every day she would come to school and be faced with an empty desk. Sitting there where Grayson should be. And it haunted her so much she had to ask it be removed.
All the happy moments in her life turned sad. Graduating high school? Grayson should be here. Getting married? Grayson could never get married. Having children? Grayson could never raise a family. He was only a junior with his whole life ahead of him. He was a good kid and really smart. One mistake cost him his life.
Our teacher said to never do something like that because she doesn't want to ever go to another funeral like that.
Period 4
Science. The classroom smells like pancakes because the culinary class down the hall is cooking. My stomach growls. We finish our work and the teacher attempts to teach the concept.Lunch
Shit. I have to go into the cafeteria. My friend will be there though. Does she actually want me there? I have to eat in front of hundreds of people. I'll look like a fat pig.I walk inside, my eyes scanning the place calmly while my insides are being torn up. I see brown hair. Is that her? It must be her. What if I'm wrong? Who is she with? I make my way over slowly and sit down next to her silently, like a feather in the wind.
It takes her a few moments to notice I'm here. We greet each other and I pull out my math homework. She offers me her calculator and I accept. I go through finishing my work up while she helps me correct my mistakes that I'm making because of my anxiety. Real smooth. I don't eat anything.
Period 5
Math. We finish our work. Nothing interesting happens. Luckily, there's no homework.Period 6
Guitar. Today we are getting tested on our easy assessments. The guy next to me finally gets a new string. He tries to string it himself and ends up messing with it the whole class period. I didn't get test, I guess I'm going tomorrow.Period 7
English. I don't do much work. I eat my untouched lunch. I just want it to be Wednesday already. I hand in my drawing and the teacher likes it. I think it's shit. The girl in front of me loses her phone. I want to help her look but I don't want to be last on the bus. Sorry, silver-haired girl.3:05 pm
I was fourth on the bus. The walk home was unusually exhausting. I came inside and threw myself on the couch. Then I ate some leftovers. My dad asked if I wanted to go with him and my sister to my cousin's house but I decline. I'm too tired for social interaction.As soon as they leave, my mom jumps on the chance to watch a scary movie. We don't get to watch many scary movies because of my sister. We scroll through for a bit before deciding on Misery, a movie my mom had already watched based on a Stephen King novel.
It was about an author who crashes in the snow and is rescued by a woman who is obsessed with him and goes insane. It was amazing! Very suspenseful. I was on the edge of my seat wondering what would happen next. We ate Salt n Vinegar chips and Ryan ran around. It was a nice night.
My dad and sister eventually come home and we have to go to sleep. Ugh. Until tomorrow. Stay safe. Ciao.
Current Grades
History
103.3% A+
Health
100% A+
Science
110.4%. A+
Math
94.7%. A
Guitar
97.6% A+
English
97.6% A+
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My Pathetic Life
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