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I slowly got up. The warm euphoric feeling of being asleep left my body as I realized I still have to continue living today and I can't just end it by putting the cold tip of a gun to my head. I got out of the bed. I complained in my head about being so ugly and still being alive.
I looked over to the bean bag across the room. It had the clothes I had worn the day before. I wore the same outfit all week. But today was Friday. Which means I get two days off of the prison they called school. I walked over to the bean bag and picked up my clothes. I went to the living room. My dogs were sleeping on the couches. I walked over to the small table beside the couch. The couch was a greenish color with pillows that had a square pattern. They had the same color as the couch.
I grabbed my phone off the table. It was at 100%. It made sense since I had plugged it up the night before. I unlocked my phone and checked my notifications on tiktok. I had sunken deep into the depressing hole of addictive media's. I walked away with my phone in hand. I went to the bathroom. It was small. Too small.
I continued to take off my sleeping clothes and put my school clothes on which consisted of a purple polo, my favorite jeans which had a hole in the pocket, and black socks. I put my phone in my side pocket. I walk to the chair that had my blue backpack on it. I picked up my backpack threw it on my back. It was hwvay due to unnecessary weight such as my science book I could keep in my locker or the science lab. I walked out of my house with my black vans getting mud on them since it had rained last week and it was still muddy. I walked to the end of my driveway to wait for the bus.
The bus was coming my way. I then had the sudden urge to walk in its way and it crush me so I could end the agony of living in this fucked up world. The bus stopped a few feet in front of me. I made my way to the door of the bus. I walked up the stairs onto the bus and it started moving.
I sat down in my seat. And got on my phone to read something. I clicked on one of my downloaded stories. It was something really sad. Something about a character kidnapping and raping another character. And then the character fell in love. Or started gaining symptoms of Stockholm Syndrome. By the time I finished a chapter we had arrived at the brick building. Another day in hell I thought