My Life.

Ruth has been through a lot. Her parents have just got divorced and her pet kitten Laura is all she has left. Her few close friends are drifting away from her and even the teachers look at her like a dirty piece of used chewing gum. Ruth starts to write a diary about her life and the way everything is affecting her but will anybody realise what is happening before it's too late?


4. 6th July

When I turned my Blackberry on this morning I checked everyone's Recent Updates on BBM first...nothing unusual. Kerry broke up with Tom...Dave's getting ready for school...Olivia 'just hates people that always feel sorry for themselves..' Because that status obviously isn't about me. Thanks Bff.

Then I checked my texts. Mainly rubbish until I noticed a message off an unknown number.

Don't come to school today. If you do, don't say I didn't warn you.

What ever could that mean? I was slightly worried by now but had no intentions on not going to school. Probably just someone's 'funny' idea of scaring me. 

As I was running up the school hill because I was late, I noticed something the school gate about 20 people from Yr8 were standing there...waiting for me. I got to the gate and tried to squeeze past them. The crowd consisted on Jenny,Dave,Olivia, Kerry,Tom,Poppy,Jade...loads of people and some I didn't even recognise. They wouldn't let me past! 

"Um...excuse me?" I said. Some faces started to smirk at me. "What?" I say,confused. That's when the fighting started. Dave walked forwards and laughed at me and then snatched my school satchel off me and chucked it in the road. I nervously ran to it and picked it up. A bulky boy came up and took my bag off me again, smiled sarcastically and emptied it's contents onto the pavement and before I could collect my stuff up again Olivia got my Coca Cola and poured the sticky stuff all over my books. The crowd that had gathered laughed loudly.I gulped the tears away and packed the sticky books and my lunch box in my now dirty rucksack threw it over my shoulder and ran past the crowd.

I'm in the privacy of the school toilets crying my heart out and re-collecting what happened. I don't care that I'm missing Double Maths...fractions won't help me now. The only thing that didn't get sticky was my diary stuffed at the bottom of my bag. Thank goodness.

I hate my life.


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