Walking into the house, I throw my back on the living room sofa and trudge lifelessly to my room, where I strip out of my clothes and walk inside the bathroom.
I got under the shower and did the only thing I could do at the moment, Cry; I held myself back from crying in school because I knew that would only draw unnecessary attention to me, and I know I would get a lot more attention now from those mindless teenagers because of the stunt Trevor and Bryce pulled today.
Everyone would want to be in my business now. People that didn't care if I lived or die will care about what happens next, what rumour they are going to get next and what drama would ensure just from my name.
That's how high school works, you don't want to be anyone's target because ones the jocks have their eyes on you
