Twitter << Sammy wilk

Chapter 1

The way I see it is every school has groups. You have the popular people, then you have the emo people, the wanna be's, the band geeks, the jocks, and then you have my group.

My group is a mixture of people. I like to read, take pictures, and study. I don't need a lot of friends because I know that the ones I have are good enough.

I tend to stay away from most people in my school because I would rather just sit back and read, take photos. or post on my twitter account. No one knows about my twitter not even my friends. But I have a lot of followers on it. I post quotes that I really like, my photographs, and the poems I write.

Doing this takes my mind off of my horrible life. My parents could care less about me. They work 24/7 and are never home, I get bullied in school. I mean the bullying isn't that bad but it still hurts to get called names and laughed at.

That's basically how I became a part of the group I'm in. We are all victims of the bullying. They are all the same as me. Name calling and getting laughed at. It may not sound like much but it can really hurt a person.

But anyways that's mostly why no one knows about my twitter. I know my friends wouldn't make fun of me but they have followers from school and I don't need my twitter to get out there and come back to me so I keep it out of my school life.

You would think that a girl like me would love school but no. I wish that place would burn the hell down. There is so much better stuff I could be doing. I could be using that time to work on my photographing or writing. But no. Thank god I only have one year left after this.

Hopefully after we all graduate the school will get better because then Sam and Becka won't be there. They are the two most popular people. The leaders. Football captain and head cheerleader, every schools 'perfect' couple.

Becka's the one who does most of the bullying. Sam just sits back and watches. He doesn't really do anything about it. She just goes after anyone she wants. There doesn't have to be a reason behind it at all. Get in her way and your done.

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By the time schools over, I'm ready to go home and start working on something. Either a project I'm working on or a new one. I'm always working on something after school. It's usually a new poem or maybe a few pictures, but it keeps me happy in this miserable world. I know I can always turn to it when I'm down. It never disappoints me.

Lately I've been working on a poem that I'm just about ready to post on twitter. I like to write about my feelings mostly. What I'm feeling, what I feel, how I feel. If that makes any sense. But I try to write everything inside of me into one thing. If I can't think of anything to write I turn to photographing my feelings.

Sometimes I might just connect a photo with a poem. Maybe nothing about how I feel just something to go along with each other.

When I feel my poem is done i decide to post it to twitter and log off to go and do some things around the house before my parents come home and scream at me for not doing them.

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When I log back on to twitter I have a message. I usually don't reply but this one caught my attention.

Livinglifehigh - Hey babe, so I read your poems and they were beautiful. I was wondering where you get your inspiration from?.

high_expectations - Uhm Thanks. But I get them from living life day by day.

Livinglifehigh - Do you take the pictures too?

high_expectations - Yeah. I find pictures that go along with my feelings so when I can't put them in words I put them in pictures.

Livinglifehigh - That's amazing. I would love to get to know you better..

high_expectations - Same here. It looks like this could turn out to be something great!