sorry i haven't posted! i have been so busy with everything but here is chapter 3. i hope you guys like the story so far! i'm sorry if i'm not THAT great at writing, but hey, i'm trying! well, hope you guys like this chapter!

Chapter 3

It all started when I started the 5th grade. Everybody suddenly got meaner. Even my friends, they forgot about me. When you are in 5th grade, you aren't suppose to cry anymore. Unless if a family member died or you got hurt really bad. But I didn't get injured or have a family member die, I was in the bathroom, crying. I couldn't let anyone know I cried in the bathroom. They would think I'm a baby and laugh at me. Laugh until I cried again.

I tried to keep things to myself. Sooner or later, someone had to find out. And they did.

"Are you okay..?" this boy asked me.

"I am crying in a bathroom stall, do you think I am okay to you?" I asked the stupid boy. Seriously, if someone is crying in the school bathroom, would you think they are okay? Or do you think they are crying for absolutely no reason at all.

"I'm sorry...I just thought you needed a friend.." the boy mumbled.

A friend..? I couldn't let that chance go. All I ever wanted was a friend to talk with. Maybe he really isn't so bad.

"I...I do..I'm sorry I snapped at you. Um..what's your name?" I hesitantly ask. I have always had problems with making friends. It's the main reason why I don't have.

"I'm Matt. And what is your name?" Matt politely asked.

"It's John..." I told him and to my surprise, he just bursts out laughing. I don't see what's so funny about the whole thing. Then, I hear it.

"John? John Egbert? Ahahaha, no way. You have got to be joking. You are just like what everyone says, a sore loser! Ahahaha, and to think I would been friends with you. I wouldn't be caught dead with you." Matt sneered. Matt walked out of the bathroom still laughing. He had probably gone to tell his friends about the incident he had just witnessed.

I knew it. I knew he was one of them. I'm so stupid, why would someone want to be friends with me anyways. I walked out of the stall and looked at myself in the mirror. Staring at that person in front of me. That worthless person. I kept staring, it might have been an hour or so. My teachers didn't notice anything. The person in the mirror started to laugh.

"I can't believe you let him trick you, you stupid human. Just look at yourself. So helpless. Hopeless. You make me want to throw up. You deserve this." He tormented. Just spitting out words. "You poor like 5th grader. Almost in middle school and yet, you are already hated by everyone. Boohoo. I hope it stays like this forever for you."

"No, stop. Shut up." I raise my voice slightly.

"Worthless boy." The mirror taunted.

"SHUT UP!" I scream, breaking the mirror with my fist. I'm screwed. Look at this mess. Broken pieces everywhere. It all reminds me of myself. No one wants to pick all the pieces up. I'm just like the mirror.

I kneeled down. Looking at all the pieces. One by one. Seeing how some are bigger and how some are smaller. A teacher must have heard what happened in the bathroom since she burst into the bathroom. She saw me sitting, and playing with the glass. She screamed which called some more teachers to come in the bathroom. I'm so screwed.

The last thing I saw were people looking at me like I was a lunatic. I must have passed out shortly after because I woke up on the school nurse bed. I had no idea what was going on. I turned to my side and saw my father. He looked really worried, but when he saw me looking at him, he perked up.

"John!" He shouted. Was hhe really worried about me?

"Hi dad." I grinned. "I'm sorry you had to leave work early because of me." I start to cry a little. I feel so pathetic.

"Son, there is no need to cry. I care about you more than work, you know that." He whispered to me. No, I really don't know that. He's probably just lying anyways, everyone lies. He never comes to check up on me when I'm in my room, all alone. Even being the only child.

I don't know what I did to deserve all of this. It just suddenly happened. I felt pathetic, like I didn't even belong here anymore. Realize how I'm in 5th grade and I'm already thinking of all of this. This is how messed up people are. They ruin lives of innocent people and makes them feel worthless. Completely messed up.

After my dad told me he cared about me, I'm not so sure what happened after. I must have blacked out again. My dad took me home and put me in bed. When I woke up, he acted like nothing happened. Like it was all just a dream. But it was certainly real.

The rest of 5th grade was the same. The same things every day except no broken mirrors. I never talked to anyone after the incident. Everyone looked at me as if I was insane. Maybe I am insane. Luckily, 5th grade passed faster than I expected, but that was only the beginning.

The summer started which meant 3 months of no torture. I was really glad about that. I had always had to use my dad's computer. He never noticed what I even did because he has always been busy with work and all. 5th grade summer was when I met Dave, who then introduced me to Jade. I met Dave when I was playing this one online game. He started talking to me and we sort of just started talking a lot.

I told Dave about all of 5th grade. He couldn't believe that a person like me would be hurt that much. He has always been there for me even at the hardest times. My dad would sometimes yell at me and Dave is always there to comfort me. I never had anyone to lean on until Dave and Jade came along. They understood. They helped. They were there.

note that i won't be talking about the summer. next chapter is going to be the start of 6th grade. don't worry, this is only the flashback in things!