Fragile Little Me

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They meet (progule)

In class, to be more specific Ap English class. How boring seriously don't even care about this crap. Let me tell you if I hadn't failed in the past I could be in a better place with no English. You must be wondering how the hell an emo kid who attempted suicide is in an Ap advanced English well before it all I was still emo and yeah but I cared about my grades and where I was going in life how things were going at home and if I would get a full ride off of something I liked and took care of my siblings not that I still don't cause trust me I do. But I'm babied, and I get everything cause of what happened. I hate it.

I'm done

Rang Rang Rang

And now I'm really done in English class. In a flash my stuff Is in my bag and on my back. I'm out of the class and basically skipping down the halls bumping into people here and there. They give me looks but realize its me a lighten up. Everyone in the school mostly is nice and very careful around me and are always friendly, now it wasn't like that about 1 year ago but they all and I mean they all feel guilty for what happened the last time. The second time it all went down. But now I must act, act happy and not depressed. Fake similes and loving hugs from the people who want to make my day, so they hang out with me in a big attempt to make me happier and more "alive" as they put it. But it doesn't help much. Like not at all, you can tell most do it just for pity others do it cause their kind and shit but here's the thing my best friend killed himself saying I was the thing keeping him here for so long, but he couldn't deal with the emotions coming into play with him having to move soon after this freshman year. 2 years ago. Now I'm in my junior year and I'm ready for it to end.

Knock out of my thoughts, no literally knocked down to the floor by a large thing in my way. Or maybe I'm in its way condering I was the one knocked down. People gasp and some rush to help me up but before they could help me that is. A hand was offered and it all was quite for a second. Just quiet. And then it was broken but a husky yet unknown in a way voice. I looked up "why is everyone so quite all the sudden- he looked at me- I'm sorry for running into you. Help you up" he grabs my hand and lifts me up. I glared at him shock replaced look had vanished.

"I didn't ask for your help "now he's shocked and in dismay about my sudden voice and well rudeness. But for everyone else not to be concerned I switched to happy and put the act on. I smiled and said" but thanks man sorry for running into you. You must be new. Sorry for the rudeness a second ago." I couldn't believe his face it was frozen in a state of dismay and very very upset... well whatever I turned my hells towards the cafeteria and high-tailed over to the empty lunch line. The lunch ladies were looking around wondering where the hell all the kids were. Soon kids were filling the cafeteria and I saw that guy again, didn't run into him again. But I saw him talking to one of the kids that tried to be my friend but gave up when I stopped talking to the kid. I think his name was Braden. Any way probably giving him the run don on what happened to me why all the kids were all rushing to my id and why everyone will do everything in their power to "keep me happy" think all think it's their fault.

I don't blame them its half way their fault. Bullied and all that for 6 months and with everyone telling me to leave that I didn't belong in their group or like when I sat on the roof of the school gym (down ask how I got up will just say there's a ladder in the storage room) people would tell me to jump and see what I would break. So, there's that and the PTDS I had gained from my first attempt. It was to much. Coming to school a week later everyone was different. And I mean the jocks invited me to sit with them. Cheerleaders kissed me on the cheek and said they were sorry for it all.

I sit were I usually do and I'm in peace, earbuds in my ears and listening to "why worry" by set it off when all is disturbed by a tape on the shoulder I look up and its pretty boy.

Ok then let's get interesting

Cole P.O.V now:

New school

Great new judgmental kids

Let's get it over with

Being openly gay means cute/hot boys are always coming over to me. But there's the fact that people won't get over it and then bulling comes into play I deal then I break and punch a kid or two maybe break their nose. And I get suspended and cause my mom wants me to be happy we move that's how things have been going for the past 3 years.

Now a new school

Again, and junior year is as normal as usual

"hi, I'm new and gay" speech happens every time a teacher opens their mouth and says they want me to say my name and something about my-self.

Well then. The funniest thing happened today though something I didn't think would happen.

You know the thing, love at first sight. Well it happened, everything I fined hot and my type in a boy. Sarcastic, cute, emo, I could go on but the one thing that I need to fix for him not me is that broken thing he's got. He's putting on a happy act. He acts happy for everyone and from what I've been told everyone is o nice because of his not one but two attempts to take his life. And now I'm here and he will never think about such things. Never cross his mind. And everything will be okay.

From people talking and telling me, he doesn't like to talk to people but some are persistent for a little bit but when he was done and stopped talking to them and they couldn't get him to take out his earbuds. They gave up. I won't give up that easily. He will be mine and I will be his and I know it. I can make him happy. I know I can. I can be his everything. And want to be his. For lunch I'm going to tell him. Not that I care for him and all that. He's tried of the pity he's getting.so I'm goanna say whatever comes to mind and hopes it works out. Well it will I bet. Maybe....... Well thing will get interesting that for sure right?

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