It was around ten at night, and I was afraid to sleep. I didn't want to wake up and have to go to school and see-them. I couldn't take it. It was just too much. But I knew I had to sleep. So I did.
I was so anxious as I walked to my first hour class. Both of them were in my first hour. Wood Working. I anxiously walked into the classroom, and sat down. Then, they arrived. I looked away in panic, trying not to make eye contact. But all went crashing down as I heard the word. The one word that embarrassed me. Beatrice. I was shaking in fear, and tried to contain my tears. Then they said it again. Beatrice. I yelled at the top of my lungs for them to shut up, but they wouldn't stop saying it, over and over and over again. I started to tear up, and tried to hide the fact that I was about to cry, but I just started balling, and had to go to the councilor. Fun.
Editors Note: Hey, sorry it's been five days since I last updated, but I'm lazy as hell. , so sorry for that. ANYWAY I hope that you liked part 3 of "The Dark." See you soon with part 4!!! Bye luvlies!!! x333
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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.
