My 'story'

'Yes mom....I will be fine..everything will be fine'I rolled my eyes in exasperation.In my heart I was actually crying out to her..."I won't be fine..don't leave me here...I can't take it anymore"But of course my mom just zoomed away talking to a cilent on her phone..away to her world of making deals..meeting cilents..making datelines.Basically business.I miserably made my way up to the school entrance.Another day... another miserable fucking day filled with bullying, chaos and taunting.How i wish my words had rang true..things being fine and all.When I was younger and of course much more naive I had envision high school along the lines of making life-long friends,flirting with guys,free periods,bad cafeteria food,partying,rallies,attending cheesy dances and of course finally graduation .Not being teased as the bookworm,the geek.Verbally asulted and insulted on toilet walls.Being the constant subject of the school's gossip section.Nor did I think stuffing toilet paper and what not in my locker was part of the high school agenda either.
Kids snicker as I made my way down the lonely dark lanes of the school hallway.There was another nasty surprise as I approached my locker.'What did they think up of now'I though bitterly to myself.I opened my locker door with caution and stepped away experiencely.I had already attracted a crowd who was anticipating for their usual morning dose of humour.I widen my eyes in horror as I saw actual faeces smeared everywhere.The smell was overwhelming and I staggered back.Tears began to form around my eyes and I fiercely told myself not to cry.I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me break down.Soon I heard people cheering,people wooting with amusement,there were even some who were clapping.I was seething with rage.Why do they do these stuff to me??Why me??My world starting spining rapidly.Its all coming back to me once more."NO!" I screamed in my head.I clasped my head tightly,willing the words to get out of my system."Go Away!".I couldn't handle it anymore."No more...please...just go away"I pleaded desperately."I am not a killer! It wasn't my fault......it wasn't....People started to notice my beheaviour,they started going off..not wanting to do anything with me.They don't care.They hated me.Why should they show mercy to a murderer?Who would dare?It meant having their reputation tarnished if they spoke to me.Much less be friends with me.
The school bell rang.Never was I more glad to hear its ring.All of them soon dispersed off leaving me with my pitiful locker.I knew I was going to be late.I couldn't care less.I no longer cared that my grades are slipping,no longer cared how many detentions I got,no longer cared paying attention in class...I did't care anymore.What's the point of caring?you will only get hurt in the end.That's what I had learnt ever since the day of the accident.....

Okok...so I know this so called story is really depressing and weird and all.I was just feeling bored la...so I just fool around.I don't think kids really act this way..just being dramatic me you know...haha.So ya...basically its crap.But I like its dramatics.So sue me.lolS.