“You need to get out of bed!” my mom screamed from downstairs. “Shut up, I’m coming!” I screamed back at her. I wasn’t really going to come, I don’t feel like being awake. The only time I’m remotely close to being happy is when I’m asleep.
“Don’t talk to me like that Harley.” My mom said sternly.
“Whatever” I mumbled under my breath. I’m so tired of her. I’m so tired of everything. I just want left alone. I heard my mom coming up the stairs. She whipped open my door and ripped off my blankets. “Get up.” She said. I rolled over and looked at her.
“Nope” I said. I could hear her yelling at me but I wasn’t listening. I honestly don’t care what she has to say. In fact, I don’t care what anyone has to say.
I sat up and rolled my eyes at her. I looked at my phone ; December 9th, 2015. 6:45 a.m.
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I jumped up, threw on some jeans and a hoodie, grabbed my bag, and ran outside. When I got to my bus stop, the bus was pulling up. I got on and sat next to Rachel.
When I sat down, I leaned over and buried my face in her shoulder and started bawling. Rachel leaned over and hugged me. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
I just sobbed even harder. I was too upset to talk so I just sat there and let her hug me. I’m pretty sure we sat like that until we got to school. We got off the bus and went down to the cafeteria for breakfast.
“Tell me what’s wrong. You know i’m here for you no matter what.” she said.
All I could get out was “I know. I love you Rach.” before I started bawling again. You could tell I was upset because I didn’t eat, and I always