Nonexistent strings

School = Prision

Laura's POV

6:30

let's just face it nobody it's on the best mood on Monday morning. I slowly get up of the bed not really excited to go to school, but who would be anyway.

School is like a prison but I am lucky is my last year there. Moving my head lightly forgetting that I only have less than a minute to hop in the bathroom and dress into something nice and it's not really time to fantasize about my freedom in only months.

All the mornings is usually warm bath or intermediate but this time, the water was as cold as ice. I am probably going to get sick, but it doesn't matter.

Nobody isn't going to care, anyways.

After it, I opened my wardrobe searching for a nice outfit and putting it on. It wasn't that difficult because I don't have lots and lots of clothes just the necessary. And it wasn't like I change clothes every five minutes, not like those snobby and spoiled girls that change their outfit for every class that they have.

And even if they do not like my clothes and start to talk shit about me, I would just ignore it and keep holding my head up. The words that leave their sinful mouths do not affect me in any way possible, I have lived with it for a long time and it's like I don't hear them.

But sometimes words can have a really sharp edge.

I get it, I know I am not that beautiful, talented and things like that. I am useless. But they don't have to keep saying the same things over and over again. I'm not perfect.

And my life isn't perfect either, but then again what we call perfection? Perfect wouldn't even exist on the dictionary because nothing or no one is perfect. The word perfect is simply overrated.

My parents are struggling to keep their marriage still, for our own good. But what they are doing - living with someone you don't agree with its decisions - is going to tear them apart quicker than those years of fighting with each other. So, most of the nights it's usually screaming for why he is coming late from work or shouting for why she goes out with her friends at night. Putting those two in a room wouldn't make such a good story.

And talking about my sister, she doesn't even know how I am doing. She thinks she started a new chapter on her life in which it involves not contact any member of the family. Such, a good sister I have got. Oh well, and her boyfriend is such a completely different story. That guy is so irritating and can lie pretty good.

Telling my sister that I like him, in what world?

He wishes.

Going back to my parents' topic, they can be laughing and talking but obviously they just do it so people would think their marriage had lasted and are the happily couple everybody knows. Although, I have seen them but really rarely, acting sweet and lovely it's just once a month. And if not, a year.

I went down the stairs to eat some breakfast, and by that I actually mean: opening the refrigerator and eat a red apple and drink some juice. That's my so called breakfast. I try not to eat so much food just to prevent from gaining weight and to save people's voice of calling me names.

And, no I don't cut myself. What's the point of cutting, anyways? Damaging your skin and leaving scars on it just because nothing turned out how you imagined? that's ridiculous.

No matter how terrible my life is, I can bare myself to do it.

I didn't feel like catching the bus today so instead I did some exercise and walked to school because it's not that far from where I live.