1Her Life...
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She just sat there, looking at the board as if her life was never horrible. As if it was always Perfect. Language Class is always a bore to her, well every class is, but this has to be the worse of all of them. She always just sat there with one hand propped on her chin and the laying on her desk. She just sat there thinking...she thought about her life these days. Nothing ever went right and it seemed that she could not hide it anymore. People heard rumors about her, rumors that were possibly true and possibly false. This year had changed her whole life, her life seemed to be perfect once, but now it seemed nothing but hell. Hearing death shattering screams every morning, the baby crying, her mother cursing every possible word in the book under her breath..., the love of her life left to go back home with his parents, her friends ditched her...It just seemed that her life changed and now it was just nothing but hell. How she does it? She doesn't know. It seems as if every morning she puts on a fake smile and wears it all day. People act like they don't know the truth, but deep down she knows that they do. Mr. Simpson was " temporary" out for a few weeks and on vacation. Bullshit everyone said. They all know that his cancer is back and really not everyone cares. Manny gives her the self pitty I am sorry that I ditched you for other friends, but deal... look. Jt gave her the I am so sorry for all that you have been through and that we barely even give as much as a simple wave. Toby even would just give her the Thanks for talking to me when nobody would and I am sorry for everything look.
She doesn't even bother to cry anymore. It seems as if she cried all her tears out before. She isn't strong enough to cry, she isn't strong enough to show everyone that deep down she is a weakling and she does have a shitty life. At school, she walks with her head up and eyes open and beyond. Not caring what anyone thought about her, not caring that whenever she would walk a group of people they would start to whisper about her. Bless her little heart... she would hear or Maybe we should write her a card and give her a treat. That never bothered her because at least she was on someone's mind good or bad. At least they would give there mind the time of day to think about her even if it's something not so good. But no at home it is a different story. Shw goes home and walks into her room wanting to die. Her mother would yell at her when she walked through the door and then hand her the baby when she put her back pack down. The old excuse mom I have a lot of home work I can't watch the baby right now doesn't work any more. Nothing ever works anyone...not even a simple I love you..
So you see...her life isn't all that perfect after all. In the morning she wakes up, turns on her radio, and puts on this shell that gives everyone the idea that she isn't hurting...Her favorite singer is Avril Lavigne because she can relate to almost everyone of her songs that she has heard. Stuff about heartbreak and never wanting to return home is exactly about her life.
BRING!
There the bell went off indicating that Language class was over for the day. She stood up and walked out of the room and down the hall to her locker. She walked with her head high and eyes narrowed. She was extremely tired and angry. Angry that she let her life get like this. Angry that she ever agreed to forgive everyone so easy. She was tired of playing this game called Life. She was tired of hope. She was tired of being someone that really she wasn't. She wasn't a strong leader. She was however, a weak follower.