*before I die*

Chapter3

The next morning, I put my letter in the post and sent it off. Hopefully they won't find me disturbing and not reply. Yes, that could happen, wouldn't surprise me. Today was my last day at school, literally. Grade twelve will finally be done. No more who's the coolest or who's the prettiest. Because we all know, I wasn't winning either of them.  I jumped into my car and drove off to school. I wasn't all that happy going to school every morning. I always got teased, or made fun of. I guess theirs a list of mine that Karma forgot.

I got to school and ran inside because it was freezing outside, as soon as I walked in all I heard was chatter. ''Did you see what she's wearing?'' over there, '' Eww what is she doing here?'' over there. It didn't bother me as much as it used to. I am now used to all the name calling and nasty comments. Complements make me uncomfortable, because I feel like I'm being lied to. I know they are supposed to make you feel better about yourself, but I guess I'm just different. As the day went by, I got less and less nasty comments. I guess not wearing your glasse's sometimes can make you so much better I guess wearing big nerd glasses everyday didn't help my looks either. But I'm not the kind of person who cares what other people think, well not any more. I used to be. It was the end of the day, I got into my car once again and drove home. 

When I got home I saw a letter on my kitchen counter. I thought well that was fast,don't you think? Unitl I picked it up and it was a letter from someone else. Another 'PenPal.' I ran upstairs to see what was written on this parchment. It seemed so odd for yet another persson to find my adress. Only I was so exited to read it, I no longer cared.

Dear Somebody, I found your adress on this PenPal site, seemed cool so I picked it. I wasen't very popular at school, I was kinda bullied. I wasen't extreamly happy to go to school everyday either. I just need someone to talk to. Hope you up for it? Im here for you if you need someone. I know how it is to need someone to just spill everything to. I woulden;t be surprised if you didin't write back, I knida seem creepy. But you know what?I honestly don't care. Im just getting to the point that I feel that I am not worth it. I need you. Please, Love your Anonymous writter xx.