A first day at a new school was so familiar to me. After all i've done it seven times now. Every year I end up in a new school, hate follows me everywhere. I could never understand. It's not like there’s something wrong with me. But no matter where I go, the hate keeps coming. It’s a curse, a disease with no cure. Everytime I wake up in the morning, I think of the pills hiding in my closet. And how it would be so easy to leave. They were my ticket out of here, but still something held me back. As I walked through the doors i hoped with all my heart, this time would be different.
Author Notes: this story has more parts then this and i'll try to write them as soon as i can. please tell me if i should make more parts, i am doubting if a should.