Dear Journal,

Why does life hate me?
Things just keep on getting from bad, to worse. I'm not going to talk about the whole day today, just significant parts.

My mom called the doctor yesterday so I went to the doctor this morning and arrived at school late. My second period teacher gave me shit for coming in late until I gave him the doctors note. Becka smiled at me and I sat down next to her.

Today I was acting a bit more myself. I wore a black t-shirt with a heart with wings on it, it also had a dagger sticking through it, which is exactly how I feel. And it had this ribbon across it with words pain written on it. Over it I wore a dark grey hoody, ripped jeans and my purple converse shoes. I seriously needed a hair cut, my wavy dark brown hair was in my eyes. I usually straighten it but today I wasn't up for it.

Becka wore a tight black t-shirt that exposed her breasts, a sweater over that, a purple short skirt and ripped black tights under that. She also wore a choker with spikes on it and a black head band. I complimented her on the outfit because, like I said before, despite what people think I can be nice. She said thank you.

Our teacher was giving us some kind of lecture which I should've probably been paying attention to, but didn't. A saw a note slip onto my desk.

B- dude, I didn't know you curl your hair.

I scribbled back a reply.

M- I don't, I straighten it.

She passed me back the note.

B-nice. Also, are you ok? Are you still sick?

I have to admit, it's nice to have someone be concerned about you.

M- yeah I'm fine.

B- you didn't show up to first period at all dude.

M- doctors appointment

"Marcus and Rebecca! What is so important that you must pass notes during class?!"

Silence.

"well, if it's so important pass me the note so I can read it out loud to the class. I'm sure we could all benefit from the information." I saw Rebecca pass him the price of paper. Who fucking cares if he reads it out loud? All we were really talking about was my hair being wavy.

He read it out loud.

"Mr. Howard's is the best teacher in the whole wide world." The rest of the class laughed. "Well then...thank you. Just, no more passing notes in my class." I looked at Becka.

"Always have a back up." I nodded and smiled. She's a smart cookie.

Everything sort of went down hill from there.

I missed art class since I stupidly volunteered to help Ms.Lucinda carry boxes of art supplies to and from her car.

I was walking down the hallway to my locker, can't wait to go home and sleep. I was just minding my own business when......

"Mark!" I turned around to see Lyle running down the hallway towards me. He was the LAST person I wanted to see today! I thought I had lucked out when I didn't see him all day today, since his desk is far from mine in every class but English which I didn't show up to. I tried walking faster, but it was no match, CURSE THE SLOW HALLWAY TRAFFIC!

"Mark!" He puffed trying to catch his breath. Today he was wearing a green sweater to match his eyes and white pants."Mark! I didn't see you all day yesterday, and I saw you today, but never got a chance to talk to you." I just sort of awkwardly stood there and played with my sleeve. No one ever really wants to see the person that made them cut themselves. Or at least not me. Out of no where he started hugging me. "I'm so sorry Mark. You were my first friend and I made you upset. I'm super sorry." He was much shorter than me, he buried his face in my shirt. "Can you ever forgive me?"

"Uh..sure." I said without any emotion and sort of lazily hugged him back. And all was mostly fine until...

"Lyle!" I turn around to see this large muscular manly man speed walking towards me. I think I was blushing. He had these hazel eyes and short dark blond hair. He stood right in front of me and started glaring down at me and Lyle who was clinging onto me.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

"Ch-Chad please."

"Chad?" I said softly, Lyle's boyfriend Chad! No wonder Lyle loves him, he's such a beautiful piece of man! I kind of felt like crying, which I did do as soon as I got home. He pulled Lyle off of me.

"Who the fuck is this?" He said poking me roughly. He smelt like cinnamon, God, why am I so gay?! I swear it's an inconvenience some times!

"He's just my friend, Mark." Just a friend, that really stung, and snapped me out of my gay thoughts about Chad.

"Oh yeah? Then why were you clinging to him like that?" He said gritting his teeth.

"It was just a hug! Friends are aloud to hug."

"Stop lying to me Lyle! I know you don't have any friends." Lyle looked down sad. Ok, that was rude. I was really pissed off now.

"Listen Chad!" I said shoving him. Even though he was half a foot taller than me, I was pretty strong. "I don't know who you think you are, but you can't talk to him like that!" I saw Lyle look up at me. "Lyle, does have friends! Like me!"

"Me too." I saw Becka wave, she was watching this go down from a distance. Lyle looked at me and smiled. I guess Chad saw and got pissed off. Chad shoved me back, but harder. I fell against one of the lockers, I quickly got back up and threw a punch at his face. I hit him right in the jaw. He felt his jaw and growled at me. He started charging for me when Lyle grabbed onto his arm.

"No, don't hurt my friend!"

"Stay out of this baby cakes!" He said throwing him off his arm. Chad lift me up by the collar and slammed my body into the locker. He came up close to my face until our noses were about to touch and I could practically taste his peppermint breath. "Listen to me you little brat, and listen to me good. I'm gonna get you back for touching what's mine, starting tomorrow I'm gonna make your life a living hell." I grit my teeth at him, he was really making me pissed. "I'm not gonna kick your ass today, because I want you to be alive so I can torture you." He said in this dark twisted tone of voice. I dropped me back down on the floor and gave me this dirty look. He walked away dragging Lyle with him.

"Woah, you ok dude?" Becka said helping me up.

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Dude, you sure? He like, threw you pretty hard."

"It's ok, I'm used to it." I said the last part softly, though I think she heard because of the way she looked at me.

After that I got my things from my locker and left, Becka kept on asking me if I was fine the whole time, I kept telling her I was ok.

Why does life hate me? Why does this sort of thing always happen to me? So yeah, that's what happened. My crushes boyfriend beat me up for giving him a hug. And I'm never going to have Lyle because he's dating a sexy beef cake. A sexy beef cakes who's also a jerk and threatened to torture me.