Introvert - Extrovert

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Faye was in her room, yet again, listening to a playlist of Twenty Øne Piløts and Panic! At The Disco while crying her heart out.

Today was the worst day of school so far this year. The bullies AND her therapist were back.

She was bullied because she was fat and only had a few friends. She knew and admitted that she was fat. She didn't like talking about it. It's something she wanted to change but couldn't. No matter how many people (Friends, family ext.) told her she wasn't fat, she knew she was and she told them not to lie.

She had a therapist because people thought she was depressed. She was. But nothing could fix that. She was fat, ugly, was bullied and had anxiety so depression was just something that came along with it. And. Nothing could change that. But the reason she didn't like her therapist was because she didn't trust her. She (Dr Matase) was different. Not like any other therapists Faye had ever had. Something just didn't feel right.

Zaya on the other hand was outside with all of her friends. She laughed and messed around, completely unaware of her sister's crying session.

To Zaya, this was the best day she'd ever had. She made new friends, completed all of her work in class for the first time this year and had a nice conversation with Athontic (Her crush).

Her new friends were really nice. They liked all of the stuff she did and they also felt genuinely interested in what she was saying. Zaya, because she was popular, normally hung around with the same friends all the time. She never really get to make new ones. Plus, the other popular girls only spoke about make-up and their boyfriends. Zaya didn't wear make-up or have a boyfriends so she couldn't really talk to them.

In science, Zaya managed to write down everything she needed to. She also finished all three of the work sheets that she was given. Then at the end she had spair time. 

In the last ten minutes of science, Zaya spoke to Athontic. He sat behind her and normally read while everyone else finished their work. Because Zaya finished early, she spoke to him. They spoke about Halloween and Zaya invited him to her party. He accepted the request too! 

Later that night, Zaya thought about her day while singing a tune in her head. She didn't really know what it was. Her mum shouted on her and asked her to watch her two little sisters, Samie and Sophie while she went to the shop. Although she really didn't like her big sister Faye, if she went to play music with her she wouldn't need to look after the little ones.

 She thought about it for a moment before politely replying 'no thank you mum. I'm going to play music with Faye. Bye!' and rushing up to Fayes room.

Faye was already in the music room playing her guitar. That was the only thing she was actually good at. She strummed each chord carefully making sure not to do it wrong. After a while, she looked up to see Zaya poking her head through the door. Faye stared her down giving her the evilest eyes.

Zaya had only come upstairs to sing with her, but she thought Zaya was doing great and didn't want to disturb her.

'What do you want?' Faye snapped, still starring at her little sister.

'Sorry, my mum's going out and if I come up here with you I won't need to look after Samie and Sophie.' She replied, scarred that Faye was going to punch her.

'Come in then, I guess.' Faye said, rolling her eyes.

Zaya hummed the tune she had been singing to Faye and they soon turned it into a song that represented them both quite well. They also had quite a lot of fun making it as well. That's what Zaya thought anyway.

Faye was in the worst mood. She had no fun at all making the song. Her old headache was long gone by the time they were finished and was replaced by a terrible migraine.

Esmaie, Zayas mum, was back at least an hour before they were done. She made them dinner and put it in the microwave. Zaya went downstairs to heat up her dinner at around 6 30 pm (when they had finished writing/ playing their new song) and Faye went straight to her room. Not to bed, but to her room.

Faye put her fluffy oneze on and sat down at her desk. She reached into her second drawer and pulled out a large reading book. She flipped through 50 odd pages and then pulled out her dairy from it. Then, she walked over to her bed and lifted her matress. A small key lay there, as if it were lost. Faye walked back over to her desk and started to write.

Dear diary,
I don't want to be here. I'm wasting space. I want to be confident like Zaya, or funny like Haven (her older sister) but I'm not! I'm boring, useless and I can't even talk to people,without stuttering. I'm bullied because I'm fat. I'm bisexual...
I think...?
Anyway. That's not 'normal'. None of that is 'normal'.
I just want to be normal!

- Faye