My Story
I wander the school grounds by myself. My vision's blurry. I don't know whether it's because of tears or the aftermath of the contents of the bottles hidden under my bed.
I pull the sleeves of my ratty A&F sweater over my hands and wonder when things are gonna change. If they change.
Students stare at me as I walk through the quad. I probably look a sight. My side-bangs are way overgrown and my clothes are stained with mud. I don't feel anything like I would have, say six months ago.
I swig from my navy Puma water-bottle, dragging a hand across my mouth. When I filled it up this morning I didn't realise I hadn't put in just water. There were other liquids in there which would land me in detention if the teachers got hold of what they were.
I spot Dylan Marvil sitting on a bench by a big bushy tree, tossing her professionally straightened, dyed blond hair over her shoulder, winking at a hot boy watching her. The times when I knew her as my goofy, funny, thoughtful best friend with the laughing green eyes and crazy red hair seem like a lifetime ago.
Now, coldness lies behind her blue contacts and her smiles are all fake. I don't even think she remembers a single good time we had together.
I slump on to a bench and see Josh Hotz. He walks past with Cam Fisher. Josh shoots me a wary half-smile and Cam just hurries along. Son of a...
I shouldn't think of him that way though. I brought everything along myself.
I lean my head against the scratched wood of the bench and finger a crack in the arm.
It all started that Halloween...
But I'll get on to that later.
I'll give you a few 'good times' moments first.
Then we'll get on to the bad stuff.
The stuff that either is forgotten-out of choice or by mistake-or remembered for decades afterwards.
It's my stuff.
My life.
My story.