teenage dirtbag
him..
“well are ya gonna get out or not?” mum drove me to school today. I looked up and pushed the glasses up my noes a bit more. Yes I wore glasses and yes, I was not proud of it.
“yes, sorry mum” I took a deep breath and go out. I didn’t even get time to say goodbye before mum drove away. ever since her sister died, she has hated me! She said that I was my fault that she died. All my fault. Dad tried to talk to her but ended up pushing him away to the point where he had to move out. I still see him time to time but I guess it is not the same anymore.
I turned around and saw the entrance to school. out here I was safe, but once I stepped foot into that building, I was prisoned. I put my head down and walked up the steps and opened the door. I looked up and saw that no one had payed attention. Thank god! I walked a little more of the way in and went to my locker. I opened it and a not slipped out
Get lost freak! You don’t belong here with us normal people! Go kill yourself!!!!
I could feel my eyes getting heavy with water. Here in school, I was not considered normal. I was smart yes, In all the top classes if u want to go into detail, but people thought that I was weird for being smart. The called my names and pushed me around like I was noting more than a piece of rubbish floating around the place. I guess it all started when he, the love of my life asked if he wanted to go out. I said yes because I liked him a lot. Turns out he was dared to. Made me the laughing stock of the whole school. I hated him yes, but I still love him. So very much it was embarrassing.
“aww look! The freak is gonna cry” ouch! That hurt! I turned around to see him. His glossy green eyes, tall built body, and tattoos. His curly brown hair was shining. It was him. The boy I loved so very much. Harry Styles
“harry. Please go away” I half said half begged
“aww she is standing up for herself” he looked around and people started to laugh at me. I looked down and tried to cover the tears that were about to spill.
“don’t look away while I am talking to you!” he furiously said, pushing my head up to meet his eyes. I couldn’t see him because he was blurry from the tears. They were so close to coming out and I was praying that they wouldn’t.
his eyes softened for a split second but then they were back to the same dark green colour. I could see that he had a new lip piercing on his lip. I think that he may of saw me looking because he shoved my head away from his so I was not looking at his face no longer. “get lost freak” as I turned he pushed me to the floor. Spilling the contents of my bag all over the floor. I quickly went and bent over to pick them up. Could this get any worse?
“yes, sorry mum” I took a deep breath and go out. I didn’t even get time to say goodbye before mum drove away. ever since her sister died, she has hated me! She said that I was my fault that she died. All my fault. Dad tried to talk to her but ended up pushing him away to the point where he had to move out. I still see him time to time but I guess it is not the same anymore.
I turned around and saw the entrance to school. out here I was safe, but once I stepped foot into that building, I was prisoned. I put my head down and walked up the steps and opened the door. I looked up and saw that no one had payed attention. Thank god! I walked a little more of the way in and went to my locker. I opened it and a not slipped out
Get lost freak! You don’t belong here with us normal people! Go kill yourself!!!!
I could feel my eyes getting heavy with water. Here in school, I was not considered normal. I was smart yes, In all the top classes if u want to go into detail, but people thought that I was weird for being smart. The called my names and pushed me around like I was noting more than a piece of rubbish floating around the place. I guess it all started when he, the love of my life asked if he wanted to go out. I said yes because I liked him a lot. Turns out he was dared to. Made me the laughing stock of the whole school. I hated him yes, but I still love him. So very much it was embarrassing.
“aww look! The freak is gonna cry” ouch! That hurt! I turned around to see him. His glossy green eyes, tall built body, and tattoos. His curly brown hair was shining. It was him. The boy I loved so very much. Harry Styles
“harry. Please go away” I half said half begged
“aww she is standing up for herself” he looked around and people started to laugh at me. I looked down and tried to cover the tears that were about to spill.
“don’t look away while I am talking to you!” he furiously said, pushing my head up to meet his eyes. I couldn’t see him because he was blurry from the tears. They were so close to coming out and I was praying that they wouldn’t.
his eyes softened for a split second but then they were back to the same dark green colour. I could see that he had a new lip piercing on his lip. I think that he may of saw me looking because he shoved my head away from his so I was not looking at his face no longer. “get lost freak” as I turned he pushed me to the floor. Spilling the contents of my bag all over the floor. I quickly went and bent over to pick them up. Could this get any worse?
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11/12/13