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Chapter Three: New world

Sitting at my desk, in first hour, I stare off nervously. I’ve noticed I’ve been doing that a lot. I don't know why i do it. Actually i do. Things make me mad very easily. Some  people are able to let things go, but i can't. That's why Brittney (whose name could be something else, but why not have a Brittany.) scares or irritates me so much now. She does the littlest things. She knows I can’t let things go. She use to be my best friend, the person that was there to help me try and let things go, but she's not anymore. She’s not even my friend. I friend wouldn't do what she does. My mood goes up and down all day. I can go from being happy and then, there they go. They say they aren't being mean but, that's like saying the world is flat. It's actually really annoying because i want to be happy. I want to be the old me, not this one now. I hate this girl, the one that i have somehow become. One minute i can be perfectly fine, like right now, but then
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Chapter Two: The Pain

In my room i examine my once picture filled room. The walls are now bare. Bare from the pictures that use to hang there. The ones i printed off and strung across my grey room. The ones that reminded me of the good times i had, the happy moments, and the life i want back. The pictures are now neatly in my drawer, near my bed. I was going to throw them away, but i wasn't able to throw those moments away. I couldn't act like they didn't mean something to me because they did. I could act like britney. Act like they never happened,likei don’t exist, and act like i’m the worse person ever, but again can't do that. I've went to the drawer with the intention of slipping them into the trash. My long, dark, hands grasp them and my feet move towards the trash, but when i try to let them go i freeze. I just can't do it. I lay back on my bed, eyes shut, reflecting back onto my day. My horrible, headache wrenching day. yesterday  I tried to lie to Chloe about something th

Chapter One: Reality

I just walked into the building, trying my best to look okay. With only one destination in mind, my locker. Where I go every morning. It's a safe haven. A place where I know I can be okay before i go out into the storm. My pace is strong and my breathing is steady. I turn around the corner to go down the long hallway and I stop. Its like my feet are stuck in cement, cold hard cement. My eyes widen and my breathing stops. I know that bookbag. I use to be side by side with it. Why is it here. I got the memo i did what she wanted. “ Its okay, just keep your head up and act like it doesn't bother you,” Maddie states knowing what was wrong before I even said anything. “ I can’t. I should of stayed home. I can't do this,” I spit out. “ Ally, stop it. Don’t let that girl get to you like this. You can’t let her dictate who you are and how you feel. Trust me, she’s not worth it anymore. You gave her another chance, went back to her again for the millionth time. She’s