The bus stopped...I got off walking inside as my sister and cousin raced each other in. I set my things down on the couch walking to the back room. I brought my pencil sharpener with me and a knife. I had the knife to get the screw out of the sharpener to get the razor part. As I slid the razor out I pulled up my sleeve and told myself "This is for being stupid!" I told myself marking my skin with the blade." This is for being weird!" Again. " This is for being overweight!" Again. "And this, this is for being the ugliest freak in the school!!" And again.
My arm started crying red. I smiled telling myself, lying to myself,"This is what you want!" ...but was it?...I tossed the razor a side "I hate you!" I told myself.
