1: Don't wanna try

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You gotta go to school. Get up. Get the fuck up.

I personally hate school. I used to play truant a lot but my teachers found out (well kind of) and they told my parents.

The teachers gave me a warning and since that day, my mother is basically stalking me 24/7.

School is my personal hell. I know, I sound pathetic most of the time but I don't fucking care. I'm sick of everything.
It seems like there's no escape. School just won't end but yeah.. whatever.

"Frankie! Francesca!"

Jesus Christ I literally cringe every time I hear my name.

My mother's pissed again. Well, not exactly 'again' because she's constantly pissed but you know what I'm trying to say.

"You're supposed to be on your way to school, Frankie. So you either leave right now or I'll take your stupid iPod because you never listen to me and you make me so tired. You're not a child anymore, Francesca."

She knows exactly that that 'stupid iPod' is the only thing I care about.

"You're not supposed to bring that silly thing to school anyway. School is a great opportunity to spend time with your friends", she said.

Yeah, I totally have dozens of friends, mother.

I slowly closed the front door and I started walking towards hell as quickly as possible.

But hey, some days are actually quite alright. I hope this day will be one of those.
I smiled to convince myself that thing's aren't that bad.

The school's separated into two buildings. I just passed the first one but I need to get to the other one. I feel very uncomfortable because I can feel people staring at me. At least I think they do. I think that everyone's staring at me. There are literally dozens of people around me. They're all waiting for school to start. And they're all staring at me.

"Hey, emo cunt", a group of people started following me and they were laughing at me.

shit. no.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten, took a deep breathe but I just couldn't ignore the voices in my head that kept yelling at me.

run rUN RUN

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AN: English is not my native language. I am aware that I make a lot of mistakes and stuff so yeah, I am sorry for that.
You can contact me on Instagram if you want to: @therejectedkid

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