invisible yet drowning(sad story)

Cpt1 The beginning of the day

Serena's P.O.V.

I woke up one my warm, small, bed, it was 6am. I slowly got up, my feet touching the frozen hard ground. Walking to the closet I felt a small breeze, well it was the basement and in, the basement it gets very cold here. I grabbed jeans, red sweater, purple hoodie, neon socks, and a blue/purple scarf then went to the bathroom, to take a shower. After the shower I went up stairs and got some "breakfast". All I had was water and an egg. Then I put on my sneakers, got my backpack and left for school.

***school***

Opening my locker I saw a note inside, it read:

Dear Sere,

We wrote you a poem.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

we all hate you

go drown in a pool!

love, everyone

**end of letter**

I get these stupid notes every day. Nobody likes me here, even though I did nothing!!! I walked to class right before the bell rang. Luckily I didn't see the 'Queen' bully. Have you ever heard" I Hate The Homecoming Queen" by Emily Osment. Well that's pretty much her. She has 2 boyfriends, and 3 wanna bees! At lunch today she stuck her gum on my arm XC ! "EWW" I gagged. "oh im sorry i didn't mean too" she said so innocently as the teacher walked by. "whatever" i said taking the wet pink gum off my arm.

***after school***

I walked into the forest, where i get peace, quietness, and serenity. The fall leaves starting to turn color. It's just so beautiful and amazing. There was a sparkling lake in the middle of the forest, no i am not on drugs! The light of the sun just hit the water, reflecting off of it, making the lake look like it was sparkling. I love it when winter comes, because I like to glide on the wavy ice. Any way, I sat down, my back agents a large tree. When I looked over what do i see? I see a boy, but not any boy, one of the boy's in my class. He was reading.... Shakespeare, or at least that's what i think it said. Also, when i said every one in the school doesn't like me i was being sarcastic! Then i realized that i was staring at him, i looked away quickly and took out my art book. Also, i got out my ear phones out, with the word country across it. Then I started to listen to Concrete Angel by Martina McBride, such a beautiful song, the first time I heard this song I almost cried out my eyes.

After awhile of listening to country music, drawing, and homework I got up and went home. By time I got home it was like 6:10pm just in time for "dinner". "where have youuu beeeen" I heard my dad slur. Oh no! he's drunk again!