My new schoolmates, are assholes. They whisper and talk and make rumours about us, they spread things that aren't true.
"Her boyfriend, the 10th grader, went to the dance in 6th grade with out her", the asshole of New Mexico whispered
I started to speed walk down towards the 10th grade hall, getting into Dawson's locker, grabbing his jacket.
"See, she's taking his stuff.", someone else whispered.
They should just leave, Dawson's friends talk about me, my new friends, best friends talk about me.

I was sitting in Math, Mr.Moran was talking, about something, but i heard whispering, about me
"Did you see her weaeing that jacket this morning, she took it from her boyfriend".
They throw notes at me
"JUST DIE ALREADY"
"BITCH, YOU TOOK THAT"
I rose my hand and asked if  I could go to the restroom.
"she's causing a distraction",they whispered
I slammed my hands onto my desk, shouting at everyone "EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP" Mr.Moran said to let him do it
He made the class stay after class
He asked them what they think is wrong with me, they didn't answer and he made me answer
"My, new shitty life", I spat at all the 9th graders, walking out of the class

I'm sorry about that
I needed to get that off my chest
It actually happened and I hate everyone at school for it
(I have some I'm alright with)
That was making me depressed
WHY IS EVERYONE SO HAPPY ALL THE TIME?!?!?