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11/13/2019

 
by Teen, 11th
The usually bright walls of Montgomery High School seemed more sad than usual. In Grace's eyes, the pictures hanging up were barely hanging on, like she was. Her red and puffy eyes were slightly hidden by her long straight hair, hanging in front of her face. Everything just seemed to be going wrong. The bell rang, followed quickly by the emergence of hundreds of lively kids running into the hallways. Yet no one noticed Grace. This was not an uncommon occurrence. A tall guy looks down at her, yet passes quickly, seeming to forget the timeless romance he once shared with her. It was all of two hours ago that he ended it, leaving Grace all alone. That relationship had cost her all of her close friends, and now she no longer had the guy she loved. Not even her teachers could care at all about her. Despite her grades dropping from A's to C's and D's, her motivation was not questioned. They just didn't care enough to talk to her about it. The hallway seemed to close in on Grace as she moved to her classroom, each step suffocating her until she was unable to move, talk, yell for help, or breathe. She thought, "If I died right here, no one would care. The school would just be worried that there could be a bloodstain on the floor." The stream of tears refused to stop flooding from her eyes as she saw the classroom door. She stopped for a second, wiping her wet cheeks. Entering the room, she could hear the whispers. As she approached her desk, the one located in the back right corner by the window, she couldn't help but sob. She looked him right in the eyes, Max, who had hurt her more than anyone else in the world. His desk was right next to hers because he had wanted to sit with her, "forever" he told her. While her eyes were locked in his, the pain from her cut in the bathroom overcame Grace. She fell. He screamed. The blood stained the floor.

note from writer: "All of my writing is fiction, yet sometimes based on people’s experiences in my high school. Thanks for checking in, and I am feeling great at school."

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