Schools been a pain to me. Everyday I see my ex friends who just sit and stare as i slowly fall apart. They knew something was wrong before we split up , but they ignored me. Adam made my life feel better. The way he made me feel full again , like the pieces were being bound shut....I can still remember him hugging me from behind, whispering how cute i was into my ear, telling me he can see us forever. I thought you would be there for me and can fix what was left of my soul...I was wrong you ended up tearing a bigger hole into it. WHY?"
I shut my journal and looked up at the head of the class to see our teacher still doing role call. I heard my name and slowly raised my hand. People looked back at me and made comments like : Freak, weirdo, Psycho...Anything you can name. I understand why though. I completely shut everyone out after Adam. My mom died, my friends shut me out, but he was there. Until he tore me apart. I stopped talking ,period. My dad sent me to a therapist , but i refuse to say something. My problems can not be solved just talking about them. It involved the trust that was lost between the closest people around me. I'm just stick of people hurting me and ruining me.
I generally wore my pink hair down into my face. It is light pink and if you are wondering , it was original blonde, i dyed it so I can be different i guess. My bright blue eyes are shown with the black eyeliner and mascara, I wear around them. My body is hidden under my usually dark clothing I wear every day and you can hear me coming down the halls as my boots stomp on the ground. People ignore me like I do to them. Talk behind my back and just say what happen. I used to be a little less unsocial. I would actually try in my appearance and never wear makeup. You could say my name and people could tell you : she is so nice...Omg she is the best. As i converted if you will to this 'new ' me the rumors begin. I was doing drugs, i had a mental breakdown, i was having family problems...They were rolling in one by one. At first it killed me . Brought me to tears, but I moved on got over it and was happy sort of with the new me.
I dozed as my teacher started to teach the lesson which a repeat of last year. I didn't care i knew this stuff, in fact my grade is one of the highest. People do not believe me anymore , but it is. The teachers weren't concerned since my grades were never affected so the just accepted 'me'. The teacher went on and on about the civil war and i just sat and though to my self. stuck in my own world....Until i heard my name being repeated over and over again. I looked up at my teacher and she then said " Lacey, since no one seats by you, we are putting Ash by you. I Looked over to see a tall dude around 6'3 standing by her. He had brown hair that reached his ears and was tan. He wore a regular t'shirt with some jeans. He was quite good looking , but i ignored that fact. He made his way by me. As soon as he sat down he said " Hey." I didn't say anything and he looked confuse. I focused back on my book to ignore him and i heard someone whisper " She does that to everyone she's a freak!" Angry flashed through my eyes, but Let it go.
As soon as the bell ring I took off...Ash kept trying to get me to talk to him. I kept ignoring him, but he was getting on my nerves. I reached my locker and grabbed my books for my writing class I was talking. I made my way their silently listening to all the others talk to their friends,boyfriends,girlfriends about something or someone. i sighed remembering past conversations i have had with people. I entered the class and on the board was 'Semester Project" I looked at the board with intense eyes trying to figure out what is was when I hear " Lacey, I'll tell you what it is when the class gets here. " I smiled a little at my teacher Mrs.Rose who was my favorite. I spent my lunch hours in her class since I had know one to sit with.
I sat at my seat in the back and waiting impatiently. This was my favorite class. I loved to write, it was my passion. I just wish I could come here and be done. When Mrs.Rose assigns an Project it is always something that means something. The class slowly filled up as the warning bell went on. I smiled when everyone took their seats. Mrs. Rose took her spot at the front and said " Today we are starting a project that will last until the end of this semester. I want you guys to write about something anything , but it has to be meaningful to you." I smiled and thought what an awesome idea. " We will be working everyday til the end on it because that's how much I want you to spend on it. You will have all the creativity to yourself. Just do me one favor. Make this worth it." She left it at that and left us to write I pulled out a piece of paper and decided to write about why I love writing.
Hey, please tell me what you think of this story, like it , favorite,and yeah. Update might be slow because My laptop is broken and yeah my goal is once a week, but I can't make promises . I will try and update more than once a week though. Again feel free to tell me what you think........