Everyone thinks I'm an ugly freak. They call me names and sometimes physically do things to me. Such as throwing stuff at me sometimes pushing or tripping me. I think they think I'm a freak due to my mother killing herself. They think I'm ugly because I'm ugly. There's nothing that happened to make me ugly.
I splashed my face with cold water and stared at my taunting reflection in the mirror. I looked like a complete mess as my reflection stared back at me. I had to look away. I hate that I am so ugly. I hate that I'm shamefully hiding away from society in the girls' bathroom at school.
I should treat myself better. I deserved to feel normal. If I can't treat myself good then who will? I have no friends and no one really cares about me. Maybe …show more content…
I frowned I hate driving while it's dark. It makes me nervous. I grabbed my keys as I went downstairs. I got to my truck and started my journey to the store. I'm driving down a street that has trees surrounding both sides. My truck starts to slow down so I pull over to the side. It cuts off. I try to turn the key and it won't start back up. "Just great" I mutter to myself. I search for my phone and I couldn't find it. "What am I going to do," I cried out. "Why does everything bad happen to me." I continue. I get out my truck and start walking the way I came. It's extremely dark there isn't any street lights. I see lights in front of me. A car ! I didn't think I was that far into the street until I heard the horn being blown. I froze then all of sudden …show more content…
Oh goody now he's here. "Why were you walking out in the dark?" he barked out. I look at him. He's just angry he had to leave work. "My trunk broke down." I replied. His face crinkles up. "I've told you multiple times to buy a new one." he says. He could've kept that to himself. He knows I hate wasting money. His face softens as he continues to look at me. "I'm just glad you're okay," he breathes out. "The doctor said your arm cast should be off in two weeks," he says. "That's the same time you'll be back in school," he continues. "For your leg cast that doesn't come off until 2 months from now." he
I splashed my face with cold water and stared at my taunting reflection in the mirror. I looked like a complete mess as my reflection stared back at me. I had to look away. I hate that I am so ugly. I hate that I'm shamefully hiding away from society in the girls' bathroom at school.
I should treat myself better. I deserved to feel normal. If I can't treat myself good then who will? I have no friends and no one really cares about me. Maybe …show more content…
I frowned I hate driving while it's dark. It makes me nervous. I grabbed my keys as I went downstairs. I got to my truck and started my journey to the store. I'm driving down a street that has trees surrounding both sides. My truck starts to slow down so I pull over to the side. It cuts off. I try to turn the key and it won't start back up. "Just great" I mutter to myself. I search for my phone and I couldn't find it. "What am I going to do," I cried out. "Why does everything bad happen to me." I continue. I get out my truck and start walking the way I came. It's extremely dark there isn't any street lights. I see lights in front of me. A car ! I didn't think I was that far into the street until I heard the horn being blown. I froze then all of sudden …show more content…
Oh goody now he's here. "Why were you walking out in the dark?" he barked out. I look at him. He's just angry he had to leave work. "My trunk broke down." I replied. His face crinkles up. "I've told you multiple times to buy a new one." he says. He could've kept that to himself. He knows I hate wasting money. His face softens as he continues to look at me. "I'm just glad you're okay," he breathes out. "The doctor said your arm cast should be off in two weeks," he says. "That's the same time you'll be back in school," he continues. "For your leg cast that doesn't come off until 2 months from now." he