He saved my life... Well kind of ?

He saved my life...Well kind of? 34

Hey, I hope you guys all had a very good Christmas and amazing time with your family.

I was planning on posting earlier this week but, I felt the need to make it longer and worth the while.

P.S. I LOVE this song, by Bruno Mars <3. he is amazing.

THIS WAS 6 PAGES ON WORD. THIS SHOULD BE LONG.

the pages on wattpad make the post look retarded, i dont know if it's like that for you, but page 1 is long, 2 and 3 are short and then my authors note.

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It’s been a week, the rumours didn’t blow over. I didn’t think it would, well I am a pessimist but let’s just face it, in my high school  it’s same old. So when a rumour such as your’s truly basically being a whore happens to arise and is spread everywhere it takes a while for everything to blow over. I knew a week wouldn’t do to get rid of this. I was facing reality not being negative, well it was a bit of both.

I wouldn’t be as surprised if my neighbourhood found out. The week went by to my distaste,  it was so damn slow. Everyday I would pass someone in the hallways. The scent of baby prostitutes was stronger than before, now that the girls would come closer to me to shoot me dirty looks and give me rude comments. I liked it better before the relationship I had with my fellow peers, girls would ignore me. Guys before were pretty much like the girls, you know ignoring me. But now I usually get the occasional wolf whistle from guys and winks. All this attention makes me want to puke. I hate being the most talked about thing at school.

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Thankfully it was Friday, Fridays tend to bring me into happier and jollier mood! I’m sure everyone feels that way every week. I mean who wouldn’t be happy it’s the weekend?

This morning’s classes weren’t that bad, religion was okay. We were forced to work on our CPT’s, a.k.a. a culminating performance task. An end of the year project that impacts your overall mark. In this class we had to write a report on an issue known to everyone, for example poverty, child abuse and more. Then we had to make a visual that is associated with the topic. I decided to pick bullying, this topic was easy and hard  for me to write about because in a way my own feelings were included in the report.

    Second period wasn’t as bad, once again a culminating task was being talked about. The year was drawing to a close. It was only early May but we had to get a move on last minute lessons and of course projects. Geography was such a boring subject for me, I really don’t want to learn the latitudes and longitudes or the certain conditions some countries undertake. I especially don’t want to know the different types of soils and rain. Soil will always be brown right? That is all I have to know! And rain, if it rains I’ll grab my damn umbrella and stand under it! It’s not like I was going to go outside in the weather and analyze it to see what type of rain it is. However luckily, my teacher Ms. Lewy tried her best to include visuals and entertainment to keep our heads out of the clouds.

As soon as I heard that bell I sat upright, grabbed my books and bolted out the door. There was no way I was going to stay in the room and hear people gossip about certain things they have seen or heard. I walked quickly to my locker, on my way I often got pushed and shoved. But I pushed and shoved back, I have places to go to I hope they know! You know what I truly detest?  When a class finishes and your like rushing to your locker/ next class, and there is a bunch of kids taking up an area that you desperately need to go through! It gets on my last nerves.

Spinning my combination onto the dial of the lock, I shifted my books into my arm and pulled the lock open. Shoving  books and notebooks and later taking them out, I unhooked a light jacket I got from H&M I was almost done. Giving myself a quick glance in the dirty rectangular mirror, I was for sure ready to go and grab lunch.