Monday, May 21, 2012

My Story

The beginning of the same year.

I got woke up this morning by my mom yelling "Roxy get up before you late for school!" So i walk out to the living room to see my mom with some clothes in her hand.
"Mom what are those for?" 
"I got clothes for you to wear to school today." 
"But mom i wanna wear something you didn't pick out."
"Roxy don't argue with me your going to wear this."
"Whatever mom!" 
So i take the clothes and storm up to my room and put them on. I feel like a total slut. I end up walking out to the car in this 
 [polyvore] "Mom, i feel like a total slut i don't want to wear this." 
"Roxy, thats too bad cause you are now get in the car and lets go." 
So i get into the car and we go to school. Before i get out of the car i put my hood on so no one would notice me, but the did. A guy walked up to me and started to talk to me.
"Hi, my name is Jackson."
 "Hi, im Roxy."
I start to walk to the office to get my schedule and Jackson follows me. 
"Jackson will you leave me alone."
"Roxy, im just trying to be nice and make a friend." 
"Well im not a good friend to have so just go!"
"Roxy are you okay?"
"No i'm not, but that doesn't matter."
"Yes it does matter, i know you just met me but i want you to know you can talk to me about things if you need to, you can be open with me, and i will listen to every word you have to say." As i start to look at the ground and come to a complete stop i look at him and he actually means what he just said.
"Do you really want to be my friend Jackson?" 
"Yes i would and do you want to talk?"
"It would be helpful, but i need to get my classes first."
"Okay ill take you to the office." So i follow Jackson to the office to get my classes. Jackson seems like a real sweet and considerate guy, but i bet he will judge me after i talk to him about things. Thats what everybody has done to me, act like they care about me then use me and throw me out like im trash. And its all because of my mom. Jackson and i get to the office, and i go to the desk to get my classes.
"Hi, my name is Roxana i came to get my classes." 
"Yeah, just wait a minute let me print them out." The secretary hands me my classes and i thank her as i walk out with Jackson. "Roxy are you still willing to talk to me?"
I quietly reply "yes". 
 Then Jackson grabs my hand and leads me to the picnic tables so we can talk. My only problem is im scared that he will judge me like everybody else has. So i quietly start to speak and tell him why i am so depressed.

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