Broken
Chapter 1
I woke up to the sound of my mother’s soothing voice. “Morning, darling, wake up now, you have school.” Like it would be any different today. I peeled myself out of my bed and pulled my uniform on. What’s the point in having a uniform? I mean, no one would notice if I went missing anyways. “Got everything?” My mother asked and I replied with a dull “Yeah,” and staggered down the stairs.

Great, another day of Kimberly and her gang. Kimberly was this girl, wait, correction; she was more of a… monster. She had what she liked to call her “Group” or “aunterage” but personally it’s just a bunch of rejects hanging around behind her because she’s pretty. She approached me with some sort of strut.

“Oh hi, Seri, looks like you have to face another day of your favourite place in the whole world.” I don’t know why she doesn’t like me, it’s not like I did anything against her. I ignored her and quickly avoided her by speed-walking to the study hall.

Her and her gang managed to catch up maybe 20 minutes later and I was stuck with them, making nasty faces and laughing and slapping me and teasing me. It’s actually horrible what the do to me, and all the boys just use me.

If you’re wondering what I mean by that, I’d be walking casually to my locker, and one of the most handsome boys would walk up to me and say “Oh hey, beautiful. I’m not another one of those guys, but, If I have to be honest, you are such a pretty thing, I really like you,” and they’d go in for the kiss and then quickly pull away, laugh, and leave. High school life is unbelievably horrible, for me.

The only person who stuck with me through thick and thin is probably Stacy. Oh, Stacy, all the boys wanted her, her beautiful, long black hair and those long legs of hers. She was so dainty and pretty, and I longed to look like her. I guess you can’t always get what you want.

As for me? Well, I’m pretty weird looking. I have long, green hair, dyed obviously and I’m quite short, to be brutally honest. I have stupid blue eyes, not those “beautiful blue eyes” type those “ice cold creepy stalker-like eyes”. I might as well not even try.

Continuing on with Stacy, she’s actually one of the most loveliest girls I’ve ever met. She’s always texting and emailing me, and she always cheers me up when I’m down. But if there’s ever a day when she goes, I’m stuck on my own, with Kimberly and the gang. And of course, today was one of those days.

The kept taunting me for the rest of the day, and eventually, I gave up. I looked Kimberly right in the eye, and do you know what I said? I said to her in a clear, dull accent, “Tonight, I write my suicide note.” That quietened her.

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