BPOV
Scream. That's what I want to do right now. I want to scream to the hilltops that I hate my life. I hate how everyone but me has someone to love. I want to scream about my depression, my anorexia and my passion to write. The only thing keeping me alive is knowing that once I graduate, I'll be able to ride off into the sunset in my red truck towards anywhere the road will take me.
Anywhere but here.
Today was just like any other day in my own personal hell. I got up. I ate breakfast. I showered. I got dressed. I drove to school. I embarrassed the shit out of myself when I tripped on the stairs at the front of the building.
And that's what brought me to the hallway.
Everyone was just a blur around me. Anyone who stared at me didn't matter. Sure, I was the new kid. The chief of police's kid. A goody two-shoes, as they like to call me. Oh, but I am much worse. They'll soon find out. But that didn't mean they just had the right to gawk and whisper.
I glanced at my schedule, frowning. I had Trigonometry first. Greaaat. We all know that'll go smoothly. Ha. Smooth my ass.
Looking up, I noticed most of the hall had stopped what they were doing just to stare at me. I felt extremely uncomfortable.
I tugged on the hem of my long-sleeved grey v-neck, hoping everyone would get the hint that I was uncomfortable and just leave me alone.
They didn't.
I sighed, walking just a bit faster but not too fast, knowing that my clumsiness would catch up with me again.
I looked down at my shoes, praying to God that I would disappear and not have to be around these people. Or better yet, that I would just leave the world. Because it sure as hell wasn't being nice to me.
And that's when I bumped into him.