This is something I just wrote like ten mintues ago, and I didn't edit it very much, so sorry about that. I'm debating whether to go further with this or not, so opinions are great. Anything you have to say is welcome(: Also, if I made any mistakes (i.e. spelling, grammar, punctuation) please tell me so I can correct them, thanks:D
“Finally, Friday.” I thought as my alarm clock woke me up. This week’s almost over, just one more day. I dragged myself out of my warm bed to turn off the loud buzzing noise generated from my alarm and got ready for the day like I always did. I dreaded the coming hours of pain, I hated leaving the house, I hated going to school.
I parked my car, turned off the ignition, and sat there, staring at the dashboard. School was just about the single most painful thing for me, but I had to go in, I had to be brave. I opened the door, stepped out of the car into the icy air, took one step and fell. Great. Ice. I picked myself up and cautiously walked the rest of the way to the building.
I had spent so much time staring at nothing that I only had about two minutes to get my books and hull it over to home room. But I was okay with being rushed these days, free time was the enemy. I made it on time and took my seat by the door. I listened to the principal’s announcements, not really needing to and then the bell rang for first period. I got up quickly before I could overhear anything Taelor and her friends had to say about me.
They were the reason I couldn’t bare to be at school. A few years ago, sometime during freshman year, I used to be best friends with Taelor, Alexa, and Hanna. But then someone spread a rumor saying I had called Taelor a bitch. I didn’t though, she was my best friend. At first, it was only Taelor who hated me, so I would still sit with our group at lunch. But then, Alexa and Hanna turned on me too, so I scooted down a couple of seats during lunch. I remember redoing math homework just to look like I was busy, like I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
“What an asshole!” One of them would say, then everyone else would join in laughing. They would throw their empty pop bottles at me. It was extremely immature, but they thought it was I fitting punishment I guess. Then one day I couldn’t take it anymore, and to this day I eat lunch in the school’s media center.
The morning went by quickly, as it always did. And before I knew it, it was sixth period. Lunch.
Thanks for reading(:
“Finally, Friday.” I thought as my alarm clock woke me up. This week’s almost over, just one more day. I dragged myself out of my warm bed to turn off the loud buzzing noise generated from my alarm and got ready for the day like I always did. I dreaded the coming hours of pain, I hated leaving the house, I hated going to school.
I parked my car, turned off the ignition, and sat there, staring at the dashboard. School was just about the single most painful thing for me, but I had to go in, I had to be brave. I opened the door, stepped out of the car into the icy air, took one step and fell. Great. Ice. I picked myself up and cautiously walked the rest of the way to the building.
I had spent so much time staring at nothing that I only had about two minutes to get my books and hull it over to home room. But I was okay with being rushed these days, free time was the enemy. I made it on time and took my seat by the door. I listened to the principal’s announcements, not really needing to and then the bell rang for first period. I got up quickly before I could overhear anything Taelor and her friends had to say about me.
They were the reason I couldn’t bare to be at school. A few years ago, sometime during freshman year, I used to be best friends with Taelor, Alexa, and Hanna. But then someone spread a rumor saying I had called Taelor a bitch. I didn’t though, she was my best friend. At first, it was only Taelor who hated me, so I would still sit with our group at lunch. But then, Alexa and Hanna turned on me too, so I scooted down a couple of seats during lunch. I remember redoing math homework just to look like I was busy, like I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
“What an asshole!” One of them would say, then everyone else would join in laughing. They would throw their empty pop bottles at me. It was extremely immature, but they thought it was I fitting punishment I guess. Then one day I couldn’t take it anymore, and to this day I eat lunch in the school’s media center.
The morning went by quickly, as it always did. And before I knew it, it was sixth period. Lunch.
Thanks for reading(:
Brittany and the Chipettes
