3. i'm sorry, okay?
It was too much.
I've lived like this for too long, and I'm tired of it.
I'm TIRED of it.
I don't want to be dead. I want to be better. I want to be so good that no one will even DARE to bully me. I will be better than Brianna, so much that she will be afraid of me. Terrified of me.
I glance around my room. I've never liked this place. It's bland, no color anywhere, except outside my window. The sun is setting.
I walk over to the window, as the stars appear. I see one sizzle and shoot across the sky.
I've never been very superstitious, but this time, I need anything. The star is gone, but I can wait.
Another star shoots past. This time I'm ready.
I wish... I think, I wish I was better than Brianna. I wish I was Brianna. I wish I was better than her. I wish I was better!