The one rolling girl

It hurts

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I cover up the bruises with bandages and make another excuse about how I "fell down the stairs" even though everybody knows I lie. They all call me a stupid b*tch. I know I am but you don't have to point it out....As I walk down the stairs my dad throws a beer bottle at me which surprises me and the impact makes me crumple to the stained carpet floor. "muuuur beerrr lattttterr" my dad slurs. "Yes sir! I say as I quickly run out of the deteriorating house. My legs soon can't move fast enough to run because the cuts on my thighs become unbearably painful. Yep. You caught me. I "cut". I also have another unique habit. Rolling down a hill covered with rocks is my other form of self harm. Tch Who the hell cares anyway? I am soon planning to hang myself so that I won't have to deal with this anymore.

As I walk into my large school a girl trips me before giggling and walking away with her big group of friends. Well compared to that I have no one . Well if you compared me with someone who hade no one I would still have no one..... But never mind that I have to get to first period.

When I walk into my first period classroom someone passes me a note after they pull on my long blue pigtails. I slowly and carefully sweep my eyes around the room to see who may have written it. While holding the folded note titled to "Ms.Worthless" I find a seat near the back of the class and open the note. It read

So you can read? Surprising cause your so stupid. We all have a favor to ask of you. Could you please drink bleach or hang yourself or something so none of us have to see your ugly bruised face? I mean who would miss you? Well just make sure to kill yourself so everyone , including your drunkin father will be happy.

Sincerley, better than you