I was just like any other normal kid. Going to school coming home doing my homework, eating dinner, then going to bed. But there's a catch on the school part im made fun of on the bus. Made fun of at school. I was only 11 when I took a broken shard of glass and cut my skin. I only did it one time but the next day I couldn't help it. I grabbed the same shard and cut my skin again. I hid it so well that no one knew. I was glad I wouldn't have anyone sending me to a therapist or making fun of me for cutting myself over bullies. But then these upcoming months I found a broken top to a sharpener with the bigger blade token out which I was bummed about but the smaller blade would still do the job so I broke it and hid the blade under a stack of papers and stuck the pieces of the broken sharpener top into a puzzle box I had. I thought that I wouldn't cut my skin but I remembered all those words my bullies told me and decided that when everyone would go to bed I would take the blade and lock myself in the bathroom and cut. So that's just what I did. The next morning my arm hurt but I felt great and got dressed and put on a hoodie over my shirt because of the scars on my skin. So I grabbed my back pack and left to go on the bus I took out my phone to listen to music so I wouldn't have to hear all the noise so I put my music on full blast and I didn't care if they heard my music. So then after picking everyone up I got out of the bus. Then I realized that I had gym today and I couldn't take of my hoodie it I got hot and I didn't have to worry about my shoes because I'm a girl but am not that much of a girly girl. I'm a tomboy and always wear gym shoes. So I went in the gymnasium because that was were we had to go before the bell rings or the cafeteria for breakfast but I can't eat breakfast because I would ether throw up or just not eat at all. So I went and sat with my friends and the leader I had a slight crush on (don't worry It was a guy) or maybe more than slight. But yeah I would hang out with them until the bell rang signaling to go to class. So I headed off in direction to my class. I went to my locker and got my stuff and put my book bag in there and shut the locker and locked it. I headed to the classroom and went and put my stuff down and put my chair down and put the stuff I didn't need in my desk and the stuff I did need I was working on our ether just sat it on top of my clipboard. I took out my pencil and started to work on my morning work. I didn't talk to anybody which my few friends thought of strange. Then after science and social studies we went to math. We had no homework for S. And S.S but we had homework for math I got bummed because the math teacher never gave us a break on the homework. Then after writing in our agendas about the homework we had for the night we got to work. Then after a while it came to 11:15 and we stopped working as the bell rang signaling for lunch. We went and gone down to the cafeteria and I was in line and was being made fun of because of my shoes. I just sighed and rolled my eyes but inside I was groaning because of there witty remarks and them being more childish instead of being responsible 12 or 13 year old boys and girls. But it was mostly the boys. I finally got my lunch and sat down at a table and my friend came up and sat next to me. My other two friends were curious as to why I was wearing a hoodie on a nice day. I told them I would answer then at recess. They nodded in agreement.

(Sorry I have to stop here my hand hurts. I will put my stories into chapters or delete this and keep writing on this chapter.)