James' POV

I was in the city part of town when I looked across the street to see the girl who fell in the lake last week. (It's only been a week!) The weird thing was that when I looked across the street, she was staring at me like she was waiting for me to look at her. A moment later she looked away, blushing a bright red. I unconsciously walked over to her, not saying a word.

"Um, h-hi J-James..." she stuttered. She blushed a bit and looked away, which I thought was kinda cute.

"Hey" Hey? HEY?! You call the girl a dork last time you see her and all you come up, with is 'Hey'?!

Maybelle's POV

He looked deep in thought, I wonder what he was thinking about? I was holding back tears. I was fighting the urge to run away. I knew what he thought of me, I wasn't proud of it.

"I'm not good enough." I thought to myself. Dork. The word reverberated in my mind a thousand times. "I-I'm not pretty enough." I was pitiful. A waste of space. "I am a disgrace to the human race." I do not deserve this life. I'm a pig. I'm disgusting. I'm a nobody.

This is my breaking point.

I'm finally free from my bullys thanks to Trinity.

Is this what freedom feels like?

Without thinking I ran home to my father and the devil herself. Without a word I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

This got deep real quick. I gradually feel depressed because of that, and I wrote it! I know I promised a long chapter but I didn't have the time. Ok ok so I know this was unexpected since Maybelle's character is very cheerful but I thought I'd write something different for a change, I loved it. So, I'll be writing a new book called: What I think before suicide. Cool right?