*Beep Beep*
I wake up to my alarm buzzing in my ear. I groan, and slowly get out of bed. I stumble over to my closet, and find some clothes. I throw on a band-T, and some skinny jeans. I grab my converse, and head for the kitchen. I try and avoid my Nana, who is up and doing her makeup. I wasn't to hungry, so I didn't eat anything. I put on my shoes, and layed down on the couch for a while until it was time to head for the bus stop.
I get of the bus, and start walking towards the front doors of the school. I was hiding my face as best I could as I entered the school. I quickly start heading to my homeroom, hoping to avoid the mean kids. I then stop in my tracks. I see him. The kid who always made fun of me since last year. Johnathon Wesley. I start to walk slowly, and try to make sure that he doesn't see me. He suddenly turns around, and sees me standing there, frozen. He smirks, and laughs. "Hey Katelyn Beatrice." He says, and laughs even more. I try and ignore, but he says it again. I tlook him in the eye, and shout at him to stop, and to leave me alone. He doesn't. I try again to tell him to leave me the hell alone, but he just can't take the hint. I start to tear up, and almost sprint to my homeroom. When I enter, I pretend that nothing ever happened. I sit and wait for about 25 minutes until the bell rings for first hour. It's going to be a LONG day.
Editor's Note: Hey, my name is Katelyn, and welcome to my first ever book here on Wattpad. I hope you like it. And btw, the last name isn't real bc I'm to afraid to use my real one, and the kids' name is made up to. ANYWHO, I hope you enjoyed "The Dark: Chapter 1", and I'll see you soon with an update. Bye! x3
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The Dark
Non-FictionA VERY depressing story about a girl (me), and her life. WARNINGS: Self harm, mentions of suicide, depressing. If you don't like any of the warnings, please don't read.
