I had a nice 6 paragraph poem written about my daily life...but it was deleted by accident...so I'll just tell you.
I wake up and force a smile on my face. I always wish that I was somewhere else...I sit in the cold shower and cry silently...I get dressed but somehow lost all my winter items...I go outside and nearly freeze to death waiting for the bus...while I wait for the bus the other children laugh and giggle and make fun of me like I don't hear them...the bus ride is fine...I walk into the school feeling doubtful of myself...home room is fine but everyone still hates me for TRYING to fit in...the bell rings and I walk through the halls and watch her...the girl I love being hit on by 3 other guys...all better than me. Sure this girl knows who I am...I'm the freak, the negative, the evil, the ugly one...I don't understand why she watches me as I walk...she laughs though(I can hear her and her 100 boyfriends)...then as I enter my first period class I get slapped in the neck by the biggest kid around...right infront of her...there's that laugh...tech ed...nice peaceful and chill. Gym is next...volleyball...my least favorite sport...I can play every other sport decently...but not volleyball...I am forced on a team with all the popular kids...the naturals at everything -_-...they dominate of course and I fail every shot...the leader's lackey pushes me down and one of the others pretends to kick me. Luckily she isn't in this class. Gym is over...and they are laughing at me getting my *** kicked...the next two periods are a blur...then comes math...the most ghetto girl in the class is a complete retard. I correct her and she starts talking crap...I outsmart her thankfully -_-. Let's skip ahead to SIXTH PERIOD. Her class...just got back from outside...blocked a few shots...I'm ok...then I see HER...she is all around sexy...wonderful...and nice...but al the other guys treat her like crap...she says I'm too nice but in reality I'm just normal...right?
Things are downhill from their. At home I deal with an annoying step dad who makes fun of me a lot...a little brother who is better than me at everything...a mom who is always depressed...and a million other problems I don't have the time to list here. Wanna know why I'm so bitter...that's why.
