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I Woke Up, Under The Tree, Looking Like A Dirty Hobo. People Were Starring Me Down. I Didn’t Care? I Don’t Care Anymore. I Got Up And Walked A Bit Along The Path. Everything in The Distance, Sounds, People. I Stopped At A Old Water Fountain And Rinsed My Face, With The Water I Held In My Cupped Hands.. Holding On The Edges of The Fountain I Took In A Deep Breath. I Felt Light Headed. Dizzy. Tired. Weak. I Looked Down At My Dried, Blood Filled Wrist, And Hung It Under The Faucet, Letting The Water Rinse Off The Blood. It Became More Red, And Flowed Down My Arm, Dripping On The Cement Pathway. I Remembered Everything By That Time. The Break Up, the Bathroom, Logan, The Cuts. Only Thing I Could Do Was Cry. My Eyes Got Glossy, And Blurred over. I Blinked And A Single Tear Fell Off My Cheek. It Hit The Puddle Of Water In The Bottom Of The Fountain With A Splat. It Was Silent To Others, But To Me, It Was Like I Could Hear It A Mile Away. I Sniffed In, Let Out My Breath, And Tried To Relax. Only To My Misfortune I Let Back In My Pain And Ended Up Palming The Edge Of The Hard Rock Water Fountain. I Stormed Of Slapping Away The Tears Off My Face. I Knew I Would Have to Deal. I Had School? I Can’t Drop Out Over A Fucking Idiotic Jock. Time To Change Back To The Old Me. Time To Find Logan. I Walked Back To The “Bed Time Tree” to Grab My Books. Looking At My Phone I Had A Hour An A Half To Get To School. I Was Only 15-17 Minutes Away; Tops. So I Ran Off Home To Change. I Was Wearing Slut Clothes. If I Was Going Back To The Old Me, I Had To Change My Appearance. I Was Thinking Black? I Walked About 2 Blocks, Then Got To My House. My Mom Still Wasn’t Home From Work, Business Trip I’m Guessing. So Unlocked The Front Door, And I Walked In. She Was Never Home. When She Was Home, She Gave Me Cool Things Like Phones Or Laptops. I Went Up Stairs And To The Bathroom. I Had To Wash Off , So I Took A Quick Shower, Then Put On Black Jeans, And A Grey Tank Top. I Unwrapped The Towel From My Head And Scrunched My Hair Into It. I Messed My Hair in My Fingers, It Was Wet, Wavy, A Down. I Took A Few Locks And Made A Small Side Bang Braid then Twisted It Around My Head And Clipped It Tight. I Put Some Light Eye Liner, To Bring Out My Eyes; And Looked In The Mirror. “Its Just School” I Said Under My Breath. I Ran Downstairs, Put On Some High Converse, Grabbed My bag And Started Walking To School. I Was A Little Late, I Walked In The Front Doors, To The Office To get My Late Slip, To My Locker Then Stopped In front Of My English Class. Both Greg And Logan Were In This Class, Greeeeat. I Sighed. I Turned The Knob Slowly, And Walked In. Mrs. Pugh Was Standing There, Head Turned To Me, Hand On Her Broken Hip. “Sorry I’m Late” I Said Quietly as I Placed the Slip on Her Desk. “Nice Of you To Join Us, New Look Mrs. Elizabeth?” She Said In A Rather Calm Tone. “Yeah, I Suppose” I Smirked At Logan. His Eyes Locked At Mine. I Really Felt Bad That I Betrayed Him. When We Were Little It was Always “We’ll Be Best Friends Forever” I broke That Most Important Promise. I Sighed In My Head, I Sat At My Seat, In the Back, Near No-one. In My Other Classes, I Sit With Preps. English Is My Favorite Class Though. I Was Good At It, I Understood It, And The Teacher Wasn’t Bad Either. The Picked Students Handed Out The Sheets, And Text Books, When I Got Mine, I Was Finished In Less Than 20 Minutes. Class Was An Hour long. So I Handed In My Paper, And Rested My Head On My Desk. I Kept Thinking About Greg. I Looked Over At Him. With His Much Too Friendly Chick, Gnawing On His Ear. Kissing His Cheek. Brooke. A Slut. I Loved Him And He Broke My Heart. I Did Everything Right For Him, I Even Changed For him. I Felt A Tap On My Shoulder. I Turned To See Logan, With A Worried look On His Face. I Said The First Words. “Can We talk At Lunch?”… I Asked. He Nodded And Left Class. Apparently I Feel Asleep For The Last 40 Minutes. I slid my books of the Edge of the Desk and Walked out The Door Bumping Into Greg. He Stopped Me As I Tried To Storm Off. Grabbing My Wrist I Jerked His Arm Off Mine. “Don’t! I Calmed My Voice, Touch Me.” I Said Strongly. “What’s wrong!?, What’s Up With You Wrists!” I Screamed. All Eyes Were On Us. Kids in This School Are Waiting on People like Me to Make a Scene with the Popular’s. Only I Used To Be One, So More People Watched. “What’s wrong?! Pfft!, And Nothing Is Wrong With My Wrists, You’re a Jerk” I Screamed. Trying To Walk Away He Stopped Me Again. Logan Looked At Me With Sad Eyes, That I Avoided. I Looked Back At Greg. “How Am I A Jerk? It’s Not My Fault Your Sensitive!?” He Said. “Sensitive, You Dumped Me, Randomly, And You Expect Me To Be Calm And Rational!?” I Said Back. More And More People Started Starring As Our Voices Got Stronger And Higher. I Definitely Wasn’t Going To Let Him Win, He Humiliated Me Once, And I Was Going To Do The Same To Him. “I Wasn’t Into You Anymore, I Moved On, And Yes You Should Be Calm And Rational!” He Said Laughing. “Oh, Right, you moved On To The Next Slut You Can Get your Hands Onto” I Rolled My Eyes. He Looked Over A Brooke, Who Had A Rage Bolt Right Down Her Middle. “Don’t Give Me That Look, you’re a Slut And You Know It” He Face Grew Red And Her Clung To Greg Stopped. Greg Snickered. Your Laughing At Her? You’re a Slut Too, Technically Speaking, You Tried To Get In My Pants Many Times, But Your Balls Shrunk Each Time I Sacked You For Trying, So Stay Away From Me, And The People I Love” I Glanced At Logan Slightly Than The
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