Broken

| 1 | The Meeting

Here's the first chapter of Broken!! I hope you enjoy it and keep reading to see how Grace and Tyler's story ends. (:

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It's amazing how slow the world seems to move when your mind works at a faster pace. All of these faces I'm passing in the hallways. All of these different people with different stories, and I don't want to associate with a single one.

I find myself wanting to disappear into the crowd at school. The loud hum of people talking amongst themselves about things that won't matter in a couple of years, but right now they mean more than anything in the world. It's like everyone around me is out to get to me. I know that's not true, but my wonderful anxiety tells me different lies that make me question a lot of things about myself.

I finally arrive in my class, and I'm thankful to be away from all of the people. I always show up to class too early. I suppose it feels better to walk into an empty class than to walk into a class full of people, all eyes on you. The thought makes me shiver.

I pull down my sleeves to my arms making sure to carefully hide the dark lines that cover my wrists. I take a deep sigh as I catch a quick glance of the fresh cut I made a couple nights ago.

I want to stop. I do. It's always been a goal of mine to do so, but for some reason it's like a habit, or even worse, an addiction.

It's just sometimes, it feels better to turn to the razor then to feel any other kind of emotional pain. It helps me forget, and I guess that's ok.

The usual flood of people start coming in, and the empty seats in the classroom fill up quickly. All of these people and I don't talk to any of them. Normally people associate at least a little, but I don't. Middle school totally ruined that sense of outgoingness for me.

Despite my lack of social skills, I have a group of friends I talk to, but they don't even know. I put on a fake face with them. They wouldn't even begin to understand what I go through. They are all perfect, and that makes me question a lot why they even hang out with me. We have Lindsey, my best friend since the first grade. She could be Barbie's best friend with her stunning brown hair and flashing eyes. Then there's Aaron, star football player. He has girls all over him. Makes me wonder why he still chooses our little group to hang out with after all these years. Haley, our little nerd who just so happens to look like a model with her dark skin that literally glows. I met her in the second grade and me and Lindsey easily added her to our little group. And lastly, we have Parker, star basketball player. He's always been a little quirky, but no one ever guesses that until they get to know him. I have wonderful friends, I just don't know why they're friends with me.

The bell rings, breaking my thoughts and I sink in my seat in the back of the class.

Mrs. Johnson is my least favorite teacher. This woman is always trying to get me out of my comfort zone. She doesn't understand today's teens. Some of us need to not associate with our fellow classmates.

If anything I think it's healthy to not talk to these jackasses, but she sees it as an essential to life. Waiting for the day I can finally tell her to F off and find a better job, but until then, might as well hear what she has to say.

"Good morning class." she says as she makes her way to her desk. She's and older woman, but still manages to dress nice. Hell, even nicer than me.