And I Hope It Stays Like That

Imogen-Hope is a 15 year old girl who is suicidal and is extremely close to killing herself. But when the popular boy at her school starts showing interest in her she begins to see light at the end of an extremely dark tunnel. But can Alex change her life forever, or is it already to late.

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6. Chapter 5

Imogen-Hope

Today was the average school day. I went to first period and the only words that I said were “here Miss” in a tone so hushed that only the teacher heard. (I was sat at the front of the class, in the seat closest to the teacher.) Second period was the same.  The same seat, the same hushed tone, the same look of confusion on the teachers face as they try to remember who Imogen Grange was.  Then break. That is even worse than lessons. I sit on my own (like per usual) and watch everyone laugh with their friends. I don’t remember the last time I laughed with my friends. Heck, I don’t remember the last time I laughed, nor had friends for that matter.

  The rest of my day goes like that. Lonely. Lessons the same as the first two. Lunch the same as break. And then I have to walk home knowing I’m going back to my parents. That and my day at school has me feeling suffocated. It feels like someone has their hands around my neck and they are gripping tight, and all I want to do is drag them off and scream for help but I can’t because my hands are tied behind my back. I feel like this every single day...

Something happens every day when I walk home from school. Other than being alone with my thoughts, obviously. The popular boy from my school Alex Thompson walks the same way home as I do. He’s always on the other side of the road from me and whenever I look up from my feet, I always find him staring at me. I don’t know why but I always seem to think I see wonder behind his green eyes. I’m never sure though because he always turns his head away to quick for me to see for sure. I don’t know why he looks at me, he could be looking at me because he’s trying to decipher whether I’m an extremely ugly human or some sort of alien. But when he looks at me I get these butterflies in my stomach. Even now, just thinking about it I feel them. I feel them flying around in my stomach because someone might have the slightest bit of interest in me. And not because they want to make their ex husband/wife jealous.

I would never tell a soul about that glint of something behind the piercing sea green of his eyes because I could be wrong and whenever I tell someone about something good in my life, the something good gets ruined not long after. So that is why it’s my little secret.

And I hope it stays like that...

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