I'm back.
I have decided what to do with this story.
A little bit.
So this book will go from shit, to bad, to crap, then shit again.
I'm a bad writer,
don't throw things at me. Please.
Ok yeah... :|
~R
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I stumbled through the school with my arms to my sides, head down, and hood covering my face.
I took sharp turns to avoid the Barbies and 6th members of one direction and arrived at my locker.
Does it look weird to shove an entire backpack into a locker? 'Cause it doesn't to me.
I only bring it to school so my mom wouldn't question any lack of my much unneeded books crippling me as I leave the house.
So after all that, I walk down the hall, trying desperately to seem invisible when I hit something hard.
I look up, expecting to see students laughing at me for walking into a wall but nope. Everyone was silent.
I stared into the eyes of Bryan.
"Watch it."
I looked down, moving to get out of his way.
"Can't even apologize, worthless piece of shit."
A few people laughed and I hung my head, suddenly finding the tile beneath my feet very interesting.
"Idiot can't even speak."
And with that, he left for his next class.
And I left for the bathrooms, rubbing my wrist harshly through my sleeve.
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After wiping my tears and pulling my sleeves down, I exited the restroom with searing pain in my wrist.
I walked slowly to my next class, thinking maybe if I get there late I could just say it was to late to join the classroom and didn't want to disturb.
That didn't work.
I was greeting by an angry looking Ms. Whiter and a bunch of disapproving stares.
"Any excuse?"
I shook my head, breaking eye contact to state at my desk across the room.
The older woman sighed deeply and told me to sit down. And I did. I just didn't listen.
Until Ms. Whiter appeared at my desk, giving me a piece of paper.
"Your all going to write a sentence about what you want to do with your life. Be creative and use your words to tell a whole story in one sentence."
Short and sweet. Got it.
I picked up my pencil and looked down at the lined sheet with a blank face.
I finally decided what to write and quickly scribbled down a few words to describe what my life has in store for the world.
"My name is Jonas Hartley and I don't have a future."
I had meant it literally, but I still got an F on that one.
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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 AND SOMETHING READS!!!! AHHHHGJHG
^ sorry bout that. Don't know what happened there..
I'm sorry this is like a filler chapter, the next chappy will be on the same day as this one so its getting to the point, just wait ;)
Also, I hate that it's so short... I'll try to do better next time Dx
Rate, comment (please?), all that stuff. >_<
Ok bye! :D
~R
