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"Cammie, up;" Her voice rang out around my room. I really hate Mondays. But that's ok because this is my last Monday. My last Monday waking up and wishing I was somebody else. And it felt awesome. That one thought brought a huge smile to my face because no one could take this one amazing light feeling away from me. I was free and I knew it. I felt special knowing something that other people didn't know. It made me different. Not that I always haven't been different.

I looked up at my mom. I was going to miss her terribly when I left and she was constantly on my mind. My decision affected her the most. But my mom was strong and she would live. She didn't need me, or that's what I keep telling myself at least. It was the only way I could justify what I was doing. By convincing me that I didn't matter and no one would care that the slut died. It would be a small tragedy. I could live, or die, with that in mind. It wasn't the most comforting thought either, but I no longer cared. In an hour I would be in my personal hell, more commonly known as school. And to say I wasn't excited would be an understatement. Note the sarcasm.

"Are you going to look at me all day or get dressed for school?"

"Im gonna go get ready?"

"You bet," and with one final look at me my mom left. I preferred it this way, being alone. It gave me time to think. But that's also how I came up with the whole suicide idea. Maybe it's a good thing I get to think a lot, maybe it's not. I really don't care.

As I pull myself off of my bed my smile returns. Last Monday, EVER! I go over to my closet and look at it. In reality my closet is boring and not something a typical teenage girl would have. My clothes are all black and gray and dark. They also cover my entire body. From my neck to the end of my wrists to my ankles. I started wearing more clothes like this shortly after my bad reputation started. I used to wear skirts and dresses (occasionally) and bright happy colors. I USED to do a lot of things. Like smile and laugh at well EVERYTHING. I used to crack jokes and participate in class. I used to have friends. Three great friends. Bex, Liz, and Macey. We did everything with each other until I pulled away. Until I got depressed.

As I get dressed I can't help but think of how things might have been different. I would probably still be friends with Bex, Liz, and Macey. I wouldn't be planning to kill myself either. If only I wouldn't have gone out with josh….or if he had been more honest. If only. Sometimes I wish that my life could have been like that. But I know its wishful thinking.

I quickly continue to get ready before my mom comes back upstairs and yells at me.

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