Jalizza's Point of View
I'm sitting with my head on the table as usual. It's just another boring English class. My teacher Mr. Manning is in the front talking about poetry. He claims that songs are just like poems only with music. I don't beleive that because everytime I write poems and try to turn them into songs it never works.
After that class I went to my next class. Algebra. I hate that class so much! It's funny though because I'm in honors where everyone took Algebra last year but I barely have taken Pre Algebra. They all underestimated me last year and put me in the lowest math class. I didn't understand then and I don't understand it now. Right now we are trying to solve linear equations with elimination. I really don't understand nor do I care at the moment. The only thing I care about is going home so I can get some sleep.
I can never sleep at night anymore, I don't know why. Probably because I am drowning in my own self pitty from last year. I made friends that were mean to me, but I deserved it. I look down at my arms when she was talking about her engagment again. She thinks her ring is so cool. All of a sudden I start seeing the pink lines and think, oh crap. My friend Kayley looks at my face and asks what's wrong. I say nothing I just need to pee. She laughs while I get out my agenda. I hate bringing them around they are so pointless. I raise my hand and ask to go to the bathroom, like usual she asks if I can wait, and I laugh so she let's me go.
When I get into the bathroom I immediatly sink into the ground. I lock the door and get my foundation out of my purse. While trying to find it I see my Safety Pin. I look at my other wrist and shake my head. I promised myself I would never do it at school. I can't keep my erge and I start running the tip of the pin on my arm. Next thing I know I am pressing down, and seeing the scratches emerge. When I am done my fit, I look at my phone and it says it's 12:30. Oh crap I missed the rest of class. They are probably wondering where I went. Just kidding they don't care. I stand up and start applying foundation. It stings like a bitch, but I just keep going on. This is my life, in a way I chose it, so I get to have the horrible effects. When I'm done I get out of the bathroom and walk back down the hall. I check to see if she's in there. Nope, probably with her teacher friends. I open the door and get my crap. There is a note on it. [Jalizza, here's the homework. If you have any questions, e-mail me] That's a lie she never answers her e-mail. I roll my eyes.
I then take my stuff and start walking down the stairs. I stop at the painting like usual. It is wierd, I like it but have no idea what it's about. I love to admire it. After I look at it for a minute I finish walking down the stairs and into the cafeteria. Like usual it's crowded. I walk and pull up a chair next to a huge group of freshmen. For some reason this place is very cliquey. I say hey, and they all respond. For the rest of lunch I keep to myself listening to music.
After that I have to go back to the English room for advisory... I hate having Mr. Manning so much, it sucks! I walk up the stairs and into the room. Everyone is talking and I'm just playing along pretending to care and such. After the thirty minutes go by, it's my favorite class of the day, Theater :)
Too bad today we are starting to share our personal stories. I hate the idea of people know what has happened in my life. It really hasn't been too interesting I guess. I sigh and think of Skyscraper by Demi Lovato. I start humming
Demi Lovato means so much to me. I just started listening to her music a month or two ago but she just gives me strength. If I'm alone at home like I usually am, then I just listen to her. I can't do anything wrong when I'm listening to her. It just inspires me I guess. When it's time to leave I start singing. Everyone rolls their eyes since I do it all the time. I walk next door in the theater room. Everyone is on the other side of the room, but I just sit down with my head on the desk.
Ms. Smith comes over and says, "I know you don't wanna but I think you should go over their." She's pointing to where all the kids are. I then remember that she said last class that we would be having a special guest to share their story. I wonder what the big deal is. It's probably gonna be some sad story that's stupid. So I don't seem rude, I nod my head and get up. I start walking singing louder, it's the, go run run part... This is my best part. When I get over their I see a person that they are crowded around. She is trying to listen to something but can't figure out what it is. Then she looks at me and I see her face.