Hey guys, it's me! I am making this story is first person. It will be Riley's POV. So, yeah. Maya and Riley's friendship is pretty non existent. There friendship issues pretty much caused this story. Enjoy.
I used to dream of getting married. I would always tell Her that she would be my maid of honor. I poured my heart and soul into that girl. She didn't care. She never cared. No one cares. Who cares that Lucas broke up with me? Who cares that Maya probably hates me? Who cares that I work my butt off? NO ONE. They say I'm a lazy little freak, who doesn't deserve half of the things I have. They say I'm an airhead. They can go. They wouldn't care if I told them about these thoughts. They'd laugh. They don't care. They never cared. No matter what I do they don't care. In middle school I was bullied. That bullied told the truth. I'm in ninth grade and they tell me these things.
I've been dancing since I was two. I love it. But, they don't like me. They tell me I'm terrible. They tell me that I'll get kicked off the dance team. They say I don't work. They say my technique is bad. They say I can't do it.
Should I push myself? I do. I give 110%. They still say I'm lazy.
Only few people keep me alive. Lucas is one of them. Bestseller me I'm great. He tells me I'm amazing. He tells me I'm good. He tells me I'm nice when others call me a bitch. He doesn't hurt me, he helps. Suicide used to look like the brightest option. Now he looks brighter. But, what if he's lying? Telling me I'm good. Telling others about how gullible I am. I don't know. I hide behind a mask of uncertainty. My friends say that they appreciate me. But, do they? They could be lying.
Life is a lie. I might as well end it. Die. Permanent sleep. Sounds promising. No. I will stay alive. I promised Lucas that I would see him at school tomorrow. I don't want to break a promise.
Okay, that was kinda short. It was a test chapter. I would like to know what you think. Also, if anyone I'd puzzled by how she's thinking. She's depressed. I have been depressed. I know how it feels. Also sorry if anyone cried. I doubt that anyone did because I'm a terrible writer.
Love and Peaches Jay Lory.