Living Hell
Hi, if you're reading this, one of two things happened. I killed myself or ran away. (Hopefully you didn't find this if neither of those). Here is a little about me: blue eyed, black/brown hair, white, have glasses, pimples here and there, 5' 5" , and am straight. I'm currently losing friends and being harrassed. I'm constantly being shoved, pushed, beaten up, or being 'confrunted' about liking a girl in class. Outloud. At this point, I'm going to write how this took a turn on my life.I sat next to Peter on the bus today. As we headed to _____ High School, he asked me the oddest question ever. Knowing Peter, he's white, weird, likes to rap, some may say he acts brain dead, honestly though, he's nice. He puts up with people's drama and listens to them, gives critically thought answers to the drama. Peter is a great guy but he asked "Trace, do you like Krastina?"
Me: "No, why?"
Peter: "Well, everyone says you do and you know she's my girl, Trace, my girl!
Me: "I know! Ugh, listen-"
Peter: "I don't give a f***, you're a piece of sh**!"
He walks off the bus, I wait till everyone heads off before I do. I head to my first period. On my way there, Peter jumped out and I fell. Everyone around me laughed, I got up and walked away. Hopefully first period doesn't suck ass.
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