Well. Here it goes. Another year. Summer goes by wayyyy to fast. I really don't mind school. Like, the actual learning part. I've always been proud of my grades. So have my parents. The only part that bothers me is the people part. You might be thinking "What's wrong with you? You're a 17 year old girl. You should be out partying every weekend with your friends" Well, you see...I never get "invited". Why did I put quotation marks on that? Because no one else needs an invitation. Apparently I always do though. At least I have a few friends...Lily and Heather. It amazes me sometimes that Lily and Heather and I are even friends. We're complete opposites. They have a bunch of followers on Instagram, they have other friends—they have basically everything that I don't have. Well, at least I'm gonna go to college, right? But at my school, college, grades—haha, none of that matters. Which makes me the weirdo. People don't even remember my name anymore. They obviously don't care about me. No one does. And since I'm the loser, everyone picks on me. Let me just list a few things everyone does to me:
1) Shove me up against my locker
2) Cut me with scissors
3) Call me names that are totally unacceptable
4) Choke me
5) Tell me to go kill myself
6) Beat me up every day
And why don't I go tell a teacher or my parents? That's just gonna make everything worse. The worst thing is, Lily and Heather just stand there watching their other friends tear me up (emotionally and physically). And why don't I just go and kill myself? I don't know. I'm scared to live and I'm scared to die. I'll just wait 60 more years. I've dealt with it my whole life. I can deal with it for one more year. Wow. I've dealt with this since I was 4. That's sad, isn't it? And I haven't told anyone yet? Wow! Shocking. But, you know what the funny thing is? Every night I think this exact thing, "It's okay, Sophie. Instead of killing yourself, just cry until the pain goes away."
Ha, it never works.
It never has,
and it never will.
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Teen FictionIn a world with so many rude people, people end up doing horrible things to themselves. The things that people say to you, stick to you. They're like those stickers on the packaging of a plastic container of muffins or cookies. You can't get them of...
