-Sasha
August 5th,first day of school, first try in fitting in...although highly unlikely due to the fact I've never had a real friend my whole life. All I have is the photography club, in which I'm the sole member. I use it as an escape from the horrible people at this school. They all hate me, say I'm gothic , or emo, or just a flat out loser. The only way I can escape the harsh comments is to hide in the club room, where I can cry, scream, and escape reality through my music. I sometimes stay there hours on end, so I can avoid going "home", a place I wish didn't exist.
-Oliver
New day, new school, new tormentors, new reasons to indulge in my worst habit. I've moved several times in this past year. So much in fact, I've basically mastered the art of becoming invisible to everyone around me. Becoming invisible is my only choice if I want to protect myself from getting hurt again. Since I move so much, I've noticed patters in people and have made rules to protect myself from becoming their victims, or as they like to refer to them, "friends".
RULES: To avoid becoming one of many trapped in the "friend Effect"
1. People only want to use you, they only talk to you for selfish reasons, Do not fall for their deception.
2. Trust no one, don't say anything to anyone if it can be used against you.
3. Join the most boring club in the school, this will serve as a safe haven.
-Sasha
As I walk through the halls I can immediately feel eyes burning holes into my back, it's as if I'm wearing a bunch of Nazi propaganda in the middle of a holocaust museum. I know they have already figured out if they will even associate themselves with me, almost a 100% chance they won't even try. I can fell my chest starting to cave in and I can't seem to find air. My lungs have abandoned me in a toxic waste land only to gasp for breath. This can't possibly be happening, not when I might still have a chance of making friends. Why must I have a panic attack on the first day of school!?! No, I can"t give up now, if I act out I'll become a total outcast again. I can't let that happen, I can't let them think of me as a freak. I remember my tricks to help; walk slower, control breathing, count as high as you can,calm down. It's no use, none of the tricks I've learned to control them are working, I still can barley breathe and my eyes are beginning to water. The tears collect in my eyes, just waiting to be released and ruin all my dreams for a new start at actual social life. I only have one choice, I run as fast as I can to the photography room an collapse on an empty desk. Thank god my club room is always unlocked. I let go of the tears and they fall down as heavy as monsoon rains. I can't help but the relive the scene in my head, not being able to even make it to my locker without messing things up. The more I think about it, the more embarrassed I become. All my hopes for this year , friends ,a boyfriend, not being hated, vanished before my very eyes. The school bell rings, the halls empty, I'm standing there alone. This is only one of many failures you'll suffer from this year, I grab my bag and head to homeroom.
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The Bonds We Grow
Roman d'amourSasha is an ordinary girl, but she suffers from frequent panic attacks that make it hard for her to make friends. Her only escape is the photography club, in which she is the only member. Oliver, a boy that chooses to outcast himself from his peers...
