Maybe I should just act strong, but there's really no point in caring at all.

I walk tiredly onto the school grounds, breaking off from Hazel and watching her run to her curly-haired boyfriend.

I walk behind the school, thankful no one stepped out in front of me. I leaned my back against the stone wall and slid to the ground.

I shouldn't. But I want to. I look around me, Hazel isn't around and I only see a couple sophomores chatting away. Maybe I could just go get some, and then take it later... after lunch or something...

I sigh. Father would kill me if he knew I thought about these things. Weed, vape... drugs in general. I'd never commit suicide, but I'd definitely try out some of those devices.

I pull out my phone and check the time. I have about a quarter hour until class starts--not long. I couldn't make it to the store in time. I could grab it at lunch, but I'd have to slip past Hazel and everyone else there to use me as a punching bag.

It wouldn't be worth it. I'll try and remember to grab some tomorrow, if I feel like waking up a little bit earlier than usual.

I stand up, and walk along the stone wall back to the front of the school. More students have arrived, so more eyes are on me now. These spoiled brats have nothing else to interest them; it's quite pathetic, come to think of it. I mean, seriously, doing this to me over colors.

They're about as pathetic as I am. I guess all people are like that.

A/N, sorry it is so uninteresting! But more will come, I swear! Next chapter is picking up RIGHT HERE!