Why? (1)

Why? (1)

I was your average 12 year old girl, black hair with twisted ends, blue eyes, tanned skin, ya know 
Dreaming of being someone, or something.

published on September 17, 20164 reads 4 readers 0 not completed

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I was your average 12 year old girl, black hair with twisted ends, blue eyes, tanned skin, ya know 

Dreaming of being someone, or something.  Nothingness  surrounded me as I lay in silence on my bed. The
Sky was still dark. I looked over my shoulder: it was only 6:48.
I lay in my cold bed for a while, Finally it was seven I got up and dressed in my dull blue uniform. It was

going to be a long day. After eating breakfast I walked back into my room to find pills, just sitting there.
Picking them up I examined them all over. " take them" I heard my sister say to me " why" I replied. What if
They hurt me, or change my body to look ugly?. Thoughts ran through my head as if it was a race. " just take
Them already " my sister complained " how about" I paused for a moment " no" I said as I placed them back
down. "Ugh" my sister groaned.

I walked down the path towards school as I watched other kids walk in groups. Being alone I was often
laughed at. "Look it's the loser" I heard someone whisper to there group. I gave them a death stare into there
souls. "Why?, why? Do they do this, every time" I thought in my head...

I finally reached the school, "ahh the lovely Minka" Mr Homi said as I grabbed my timetable "wait" he said
grumpily "want a cookie?" He said as nicely as he could though it sounded like a grumble, but I took it
anyway.
As I walked outside to examine my timetable -And eat my cookie. I sat down on a table by myself. I had English, math, break, art, drama, break, writing, reading, home. No doubt I would have a tun of homework to do.
   

RRrrrrrrrring


The bell went, so I walked to my first class staring at me feet as the others rushed around me. Probably trying to get the best seat in class. Today is gonna be boring, I thought and boy was I right.

I sat in the back seat in English, as our teacher blubbered on about English stuff. I was one of the kids who just stuck to them self. "Ow" I mumbled as one of the boys threw a pencil at me as if I was daydreaming. I started to close my eyes and colours swirled and curved and twisted. I was asleep...
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