Demi's POV

I rolled over onto my stomach as the damn alarm clock went off once again. I stopped it but didn't get up. Once again, I have to go to school, or as most people call it; Hell. I really don't get how some people were able to survive growing up; going to school, finding friends, no wait let me rephrase that, finding true friends. I look down at my finger nails, well what I have left anyways. I'm always pulling them off, I try to let them grow but for some reason I never notice until they're gone. Sighing I grab my journal writing down my thoughts, I hope that this day goes well. So, I guess I better get up now or be late for school, not that I mind being late for P.E anyways.

When I get to school, I go straight to my locker to grab books that I might need. I barely pay attention to the people around me, laughing and talking. I just look at them without any expression, keeping my thoughts to myself. Walking down the hall I didn't notice I wasn't smiling until Kyle, a boy I think is gay grabs my attention.

"Put a smile on your face Ms. Demi." he says passing me by.

I love being around him, he's very smart and who hasn't always wanted a gay male best friend? My grandma has always told me that they were some of the best people to be around. And I agree, I mean they don't have a care in the world, they can make you laugh and they'll be there for you. They love themselves. That's what I want; to love myself.

I give him a little giggle "Hey Kyle." I say walking past.

As soon as I'm out of his sight, the smile fades. Ah that's me, faking it to make it. Of course, I know it's wrong to fake happiness, but it's all I have. What else can I do? Stop being so negative would be a start, I know, don't say it. As I make my way into the locker rooms, I stop as I see all the girls changing, I've done this so many times before but all of a sudden I don't feel comfortable seeing their bodies then having to look down and see mine. I turn back around and walk out of the door deciding not to change. Not changing also means I don't have to take part in the activities.

As I was walking to my next class later that day, I felt someone slightly push me. I turned around to find some girl I'd never seen before. She was tall and pretty much just huge like a giant.

"What?" I asked.

"Can you please walk your ass up? Some people are trying to get to class here."

My body tensed up, I've never been in a fist fight before, but God have I always been tempted. "Do not ever put you damn hands on me." I said staring at her. She huffed

"Am I supposed to be scared? Just because you're fat doesn't mean anything."

I hate that fucking word. Holding back the tears, I took a step closer to her. I don't really like swearing but when I'm mad, who gives a damn?

"You don't have to be scared to get your ass kicked. You can fucking be Superman and get the shit knocked out of you."

She smirked, which only made me even more mad. I just wanted to slap it right off her ugly face. She pushed me once again and instantly my fist met her left eye. I shook my hand back and forth feeling pain shoot through it. People were already gathered around us chanting. Before she could even get up to process what was going on and try to hit me teachers came running through the crowd taking both of us by the arms.

"You bitch!" she yelled

"Thanks for the compliment!" I yelled as I was being pulled into the principal's office.

Way to make a new friend Demi. Good girl. I sighed as I waited inside of the room for about an hour before my mom came. She wasn't too happy about it. Not like she would understand, I can't remember any of the times she's ever understood, every time I'd try to talk to my mom, she'd always make it about herself telling me about something she went through not helping me at all.

"Demetria Devonne Lovato!" she yelled

"Mom before you start, let me explain!"

"No, I'm done with you! Fighting? Not only that but your teachers called me, what's going on with your grades? C's and D's? Are you trying to fail?"

I held my head down letting the tears fall. I haven't been able to focus in any of my classes; it all just seems so hard. I'd always try my best and do my homework but it all never seemed good enough.

"You know, I really don't see how you're going to college if you can't even get through high school!"

And now she basically just said I'm not going to college. You know, I didn't believe people when they said "Family and friends will be the first people to bring you down and hold you back." but my mom just proved it.

She grabbed me by my arm and pulled me out of the school. I didn't get a chance to see Joe or Nicole; I don't even think they were here today, just like them, to never be around when I need them. And now I also have to call Nick, the guy who worries too much. This was one hell of a day. Literally.