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Ignored
A girl walked alone in the pooring, freezing rain. It was late at night and she was nowhere near home. That was okay nobody cared. She was about 15 mabye 16. She was thin and pretty with long, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was soaking wet and looked like she might have been crying earlier. People never wanted to be her friend. No boy ever wanted to date her. She seemed to think that it didn't matter. If she were to run away or worse to kill herself nobody would care. She was wrong though. Somebody would care. He always had. He always would.
Her father and brother had both died in a horrible car crash when she was 14. Her mother didn't seem to care though. When she wasn't working she was hanging around with another one of her many boyfriends. She had so many her daughter couldn't keep count they seemed to be somebody different every day. Her mother was never home and when she was she seemed to always be to busy for her daughter even to just sit down and talk.
As for school the girl had no chance of ever becoming popular. People ignored her including her teachers. If she raised her hand they would ignore her. When it was time for gym she would never get picked. It wasn't that she was bad at sports no she was actually pretty good at sports. They just didn't notice her. Every time they finished picking teams and she was once again excluded she would tell the team captains and they would say that they were sorry they just didn't notice her as always. Se had no friends. No parties, no dances, no dates. No anything.
She used to cry herself to sleep every night hating herself. She no longer did that though instead she cut. She cut her arms, her legs, her hands and feet. She wore long, baggy jeans and shirts to cover the horrible scars she left after cutting herself. She would use whatever she could get her hands on a knife, a razor, or even just a pair of scizzors. She once even tried to cut her wrists but unfortunately didn't do it right. The shirt she wore the next day actually showed her cut up wrists and still nobody noticed. Not even the teachers said anything. He noticed though. He didn't say anything though he knew he should have.
She stopped in front of the mirror one day and took a good look at her reflection. Why can't I be pretty or popular like other girls. I am an ugly, stupid, untalented, friendless, dateless nobody. I don't even have one friend. My mother my only living family dosen't even care. She pays no attention to my just like everyone else. I know why to it's because I'm a waste. I hate myself. "Do you hear my",she screamed at the mirror. "I hate you." "But it's okay," she continued yelling. "You can hate yourself all you want no one cares about you Lizzie MGuire."
Now hours later she was walking. Her destination? The bridge two towns away from the town she lived in. She finally made it to the bridge. She walked towards the edge that overlooked the river. Most likely the fall wouldn't kill her however the large, sharp rocks at the bottom of the river would most definitely guarantee a slow painful death just what she felt that she deserved. She climbed over the edge holding on to the edge tightly. She was just about to loosen her grip and throw herself into the water when suddenly someone put a hand on her shoulder she turned around to see...
Ignored
A girl walked alone in the pooring, freezing rain. It was late at night and she was nowhere near home. That was okay nobody cared. She was about 15 mabye 16. She was thin and pretty with long, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was soaking wet and looked like she might have been crying earlier. People never wanted to be her friend. No boy ever wanted to date her. She seemed to think that it didn't matter. If she were to run away or worse to kill herself nobody would care. She was wrong though. Somebody would care. He always had. He always would.
Her father and brother had both died in a horrible car crash when she was 14. Her mother didn't seem to care though. When she wasn't working she was hanging around with another one of her many boyfriends. She had so many her daughter couldn't keep count they seemed to be somebody different every day. Her mother was never home and when she was she seemed to always be to busy for her daughter even to just sit down and talk.
As for school the girl had no chance of ever becoming popular. People ignored her including her teachers. If she raised her hand they would ignore her. When it was time for gym she would never get picked. It wasn't that she was bad at sports no she was actually pretty good at sports. They just didn't notice her. Every time they finished picking teams and she was once again excluded she would tell the team captains and they would say that they were sorry they just didn't notice her as always. Se had no friends. No parties, no dances, no dates. No anything.
She used to cry herself to sleep every night hating herself. She no longer did that though instead she cut. She cut her arms, her legs, her hands and feet. She wore long, baggy jeans and shirts to cover the horrible scars she left after cutting herself. She would use whatever she could get her hands on a knife, a razor, or even just a pair of scizzors. She once even tried to cut her wrists but unfortunately didn't do it right. The shirt she wore the next day actually showed her cut up wrists and still nobody noticed. Not even the teachers said anything. He noticed though. He didn't say anything though he knew he should have.
She stopped in front of the mirror one day and took a good look at her reflection. Why can't I be pretty or popular like other girls. I am an ugly, stupid, untalented, friendless, dateless nobody. I don't even have one friend. My mother my only living family dosen't even care. She pays no attention to my just like everyone else. I know why to it's because I'm a waste. I hate myself. "Do you hear my",she screamed at the mirror. "I hate you." "But it's okay," she continued yelling. "You can hate yourself all you want no one cares about you Lizzie MGuire."
Now hours later she was walking. Her destination? The bridge two towns away from the town she lived in. She finally made it to the bridge. She walked towards the edge that overlooked the river. Most likely the fall wouldn't kill her however the large, sharp rocks at the bottom of the river would most definitely guarantee a slow painful death just what she felt that she deserved. She climbed over the edge holding on to the edge tightly. She was just about to loosen her grip and throw herself into the water when suddenly someone put a hand on her shoulder she turned around to see...