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I was sitting in a prison. A prison where everyone here hates me, well almost anyone. I’m staring out the window when I should be focusing on the boring math page on my desk. Mother has been worried recently about my grades, like she cares anyways; it burned my heart when the thought settled. Leaving an empty feeling in its place. Ever since Dave, (my mother’s boyfriend) moved in things have gotten a lot worse. He still beats her, She still swears he loves her, and I still sneak out at night alone. Just to get away from the screaming and crying that they do. I began to forget what caring was. Forget what friendship was, love, and happiness. I clicked my black nails against the desks wood, staring at the tree as if it were more interesting then the snobby girl beside me (applying much more lip-gloss then needed), the nerd in front of me (Who seems so in love with the math page that I could almost picture him making out with it.) Ugh. I hated it here. My blonde hair fell in front of my eyes; I didn’t move it, just sat instead and stared out the window, almost as interested in the tree as the nerd is with the math page. I sighed. Then the teacher spoke. Snapping my attention from the tree, I looked up at her; she was talking to someone standing in the doorway. I couldn’t see who it was. I wasn’t interested anyways, but before I could turn back towards the tree she said my name. I lazily looked at Mrs. Darwin whose hair was much to gray (looked like she was dipped in gray paint, seriously har-har.)
“Hmm” I managed, I was too tired to give an actually what or actually care. She gave me a polite smile and waved someone to come stand next to her. I was waiting for a preppy, prissy, annoying brat of a new student. Cause like we all know, the student came from England? Or maybe Europe? Rome? Ehhh whatever likes I’m interested in another real human being. Let me explain. Rule one, don’t care for anyone cause the outcome is always pain. I use to be a sweet
“Hmm” I managed, I was too tired to give an actually what or actually care. She gave me a polite smile and waved someone to come stand next to her. I was waiting for a preppy, prissy, annoying brat of a new student. Cause like we all know, the student came from England? Or maybe Europe? Rome? Ehhh whatever likes I’m interested in another real human being. Let me explain. Rule one, don’t care for anyone cause the outcome is always pain. I use to be a sweet
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