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I watched as the blood slowly trickled down my arm and to the floor. Ahh…. much better. It was 6:30 AM on supposed to be getting ready for school, but instead I'm up here in my bathroom wallowing in self-pity. I stare daggers at the razor in my hand. What is wrong with me…. I'm so pathetic.
I look around the bathroom and sigh, not ready for the day ahead of me. Not ready for the ridicule. Just not ready. But I need to get going. I stand up and rinse off my fresh cut. There goes my two week record… I take the razor and clean it off, erasing any evidence, and put it back in the cabinet. I proceed to clean up the red drops on the floor.
I walk back into my room and head to the closet. I pick out some dark wash skinnies and a long-sleeved, baby-blue V-neck. I then throw on my black vans, brush out my short auburn curls, and apply a bit of make-up, being careful to apply enough to cover the new bruise under my eye along with the others. I decide against eating, in hopes of not having to see him. He's probably down there in the kitchen right now pretending, or more like telling himself he is the perfect father, acting as if he didn't do anything wrong last night. Making himself breakfast before work to boost his energy, just so he can go screw his secretary. It's at these times I wish mom were here…. I quietly walk down the stairs, grab my green and black book bag, and tip-toe out the door.
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Another day at Degrassi Community School…. Walking through the doors I see my be—EX best friend, Alli. She's talking with Jenna, faking a laugh as she discreetly looks in my direction. Just the sight of it makes my blood boil. I remember when we used to laugh together. Don't even go there….
I try to ignore them as I walk pass to my first period of the day. English. The only bright spot in all this mess I call my life, well there is also Adam. He's in my English class too. We are both in the gifted program, therefore we have advanced grade 11 English, even though we are only in grade 10. Adam and I have been friends since 7th grade. He is FTM, but that has never and will never change the way I look at him. In my eyes he is a guy. We have stayed together through thick and thin.
As I'm making my way through the crowd in run right into a clad black chest. I mumble sorry and look up… I'm met with the most gorgeous set of green eyes. I take in the strangers face from his eyes, to his pink, plump lips, to his much defined jaw line. I realize I've been staring and look away, feeling the heat rise to my face. He chuckles, probably noticing my stare. He studies me for a second. I'm wishing I could hear what he's thinking. I hear him breathe a "see you around". I'm about to reply but when I look up he's already back in the swarm of students. All I see is his messy black mop of hair.
Maybe this won't be such a bad day after all….