Essence

There I was again sitting in the office. I gotta think of a better excuse for why you didn't go to English for the third time this week. Mr. Stone is definitely going to call Eric and he isn't going to be very happy that he is getting pulled out of work...again.

Having a mental meltdown in the middle of class isn't new for me. I wouldn't even call it a mental breakdown more like a bitch fit. That's beside the point, though. My name Is lacy Weis and I have been arrested 3 times in the past 15 years. I use to the "cool" girl, Skipping school, sneaking out at nights to go to parties.

"This is so stupid," I said throwing my notebook across the room.

"You gotta at least try Lacy."

"I really don't see the point in writing down this shit."

Sam walked over and picked the notebook down in front of me.

'Sam, I can't do this."
"Yes, you can just write down everything that is going through your mind. it will help get all that build up anger inside of you."

"That's harder than you think," I said before picking up the notebook and chucking it out the window.

He rolled his eyes "I can't believe you just did that, What if the window was closed?"

"Then It would be Broken dumbass."
Sam rolled his eyes again before going outside and getting the notebook. For some reason, he still thinks I'm going to writing something down in that stupid thing...
To Be Continued....