
What doesn't destroy you, leaves you broken instead.
Staring down a loaded gun
First day of school, yay! Sarcasm. Like to the extreme. I roll out of bed ungracefully and walk to my closet. I pull out the first things i see: black jeans and a Smiths tee shirt. No too bad for the first day i guess. I mean theres no one i need to impress. I get all dressed and do all the typical morning stuff until my brother calls me down for breakfast.
"Come on were gonna be late! Do you want food or no?" He shouts up the stairs.
"Nah im good!" i call. i take one more look in the mirror and cringe. My thighs look huge, my arms are flabby, and i look like i have marshmallows for cheeks. Great. I take off all of my clothes real fast and take the scale from under the sink. I watch the little dial swing back and forth between 100 ad 150. Finally, it settles at 127. Holy shit. I thought at least i would be under 125. i mean its 3.5 pounds less than last week so thats good. I hurry up and hide the scale and throw my clothes on again and race out the door to where Mikey is waiting for me, looking bored on his phone.
"Its about fucking time."
"Sorry i couldnt find my book bag.."
"Whatever lets go." he says as he starts walking, clearly annoyed that he will probably be late to his first day.
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When we get to the doors, i pull out my schedule from my book bag. 1st period algebra 2, 2nd study hall, 3rd chemistry, 4/5 stress management, 5/6 paining and drawing 3, 7th lunch, 8/9 creative writing, 10 pop culture. Not too bad. better than freshman year when i had no idea where anything was and had all shitty teachers. I find my locker and put all of the stuff i wont need to take to my classes; five packs of notebook paper (seriously mom), three packs of of pens and pencils, and a gatorade. i grab a notebook and pencil and make my way to algebra 2.
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When i walk in the room i scan the tables for empty seats preferable towards the back of the room. I see one, far left corner next to a window. You know what that means. Cell service! I doodle in my notebook until the teacher comes in and does all of the mandatory first day boring stuff. As he's about to call on me to tell 2 truths and 1 lie someone bursts through the the door.
Notes
so first story(: comment how it is so far. most ed fics are really poorly written or are inaccuate so i decided to make my own
Frick... It's been 2 years... Any hope I had at the beginning was demolished. //Sigh
6/21/18