I finally reached home

I parked my car in the drive, unlocked my door, shut it and let out a sigh of relief

Luckily I live alone, my parents don't give a care about me but they bought me my own house and I never spoke to them again.

That's my problem, I don't let people in. All the sadness I've kept in for years I took out on other students

That's when they felt intimidated, it felt good to shout at people. I didn't care about others feelings

I became a bully, I ran the school and I could do what I pleased

I ran to my bedroom, dumped my bag on the floor and started sobbing, tears streaming down my face

All I wanted was a second chance to redeem myself. I've changed I know I have but no one sees that. They see the old me and I'm not like that anymore

I look through my memories from CHS, most of them bad, pictures of me winning princess of the spring fling and precious competitions

I noticed my phone was beeping and buzzing with hundreds of notifications

I picked it up bitterly regretting it

There were a bunch of random of numbers but were unknown to me, there were thousands of people contacting me

"you're a disgrace to society, do everyone a favour and kill yourself"

"you're so ugly, no wonder your friends don't want to be seen around with you"

There were also messages from the girls. Hate messages...

Is that what people really thought of me, maybe they're right I don't deserve to live...