I woke up.
Late.
I didn't have enough energy to put effort into my appearance, not that it really changed anything. I pulled a blue T shirt over my head and yanked on some baggy blue jeans.
It looked mediocre.
I glanced at myself in the mirror for about a second too long, causing my lips to quirk down into a frown.
It looked less than mediocre the more I looked at it. I didn't have time for this.
With a sigh I slipped on his sneakers and ran down the stairs.
I grabbed my bag and made my way out of the house.
My mother was gone already and I was close to missing the bus.
I was out of breath by the time I made it to the stop. Everyone looked at me, most of their glares with malicious intent.
I didn't care.
They couldn't tear me down.
Nothing they said could be worse than what I thought.
Nothing they did could hurt more than what I did.
They were nothing to me.
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Evans Hansens Narration of Love
FanfictionEveryone seems to hate Evan, but that's ok because he's on the same boat. Until he meets Connor Murphy that is.