exactly what the title says.... sure you may read this and it shows in the entry archive... but i bet very few actually care about what i write..... i feel like writing a short story now.....
I wake to the sight of four bleak walls. The door that leads out of the room is old and wooden. I sit up slowly, afraid to leave my dream world, then get out of bed one leg at a time. Looking around just makes me feel more trapped in this hell of a world, but i get up anyway and look through the dirt covered window to be greeted by dark clouds.
Well now that the day has gotten worse and makes me feel like nothing else in the world could ever help me, I get dressed and leave the room. As soon as i leave my room i am yelled at to get ready for school.
School? Sure i may seem ready by getting dressed and eating, but i am never emotionally ready. I slip on my hoodie and step out into the cold, mean world we call earth. I walk over to my bus stop just as a few drops of depressing rain fall down and hit the dried ground I walk on.
I wait, i don't know exactly how long. The bus pulls up and screeches to a halt in front of me. I climb into the metal contraption and sit down in a pleather, torn up seat. I am soaked from the water that had fallen from the sky onto my head. Cold and unhappy, I look out the glass, my breath fogging it up. Other teenagers begin to board the bus and ignore the fact i am even alive. I don't know why I'm hated, but I am.
The tattered public transportation device comes to a halt in front of a building meant for teaching children. It's more like a place to help children prove that they can learn. Me? This life I live is like a video game that I have gotten bored of because I can not beat it.
meh... my hands are tired... i will continue this later, if people actually read it.
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