i woke up, but i wish i didn't. how i wish not to return to the hell i call highschool. i'm a sophomore....but i am so smart that i do senior math. I'm not like the other girls....I'm different. i have no friends.....because I'm shy. i don't wear makeup, unlike everybody else. my aunt and uncle abuse me. my entire family except my aunt and uncle died in a nuclear bomb attack. i blame myself for it....i wish i wasn't alive. every. single. day. i get out of bed, and stop romanticising about how cute and quirky i am, and get dressed. i wear a boring old t-shirt with boring old gray sweatpants, with boring old shoes, and my signature hairstyle. i walk out of my bedroom door quietly. i don't want to wake up the monsters. i run out the door, starving myself because i like how it feels. pain. it helps me feel something. i feel something right now though, but it isn't pain. i look up to see him. Jake Jamelth Jones. the hottest guy in school. he looks at me with his ocean, blue, absorbent, orbs. i basically fall into them. i get startled by the people shouting at me. oh no!!! they are my bullies. i run away but i trip and fall. "w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w--w-w-w-w-what d-d-dd-d-d-do y-you wa-ant fr-fr-fr-from m-me......." i  cry out. next thing i know, it blacks out.