"Addie?" the counselor stared at me waving her hand close to my face. something was dripping on me? they were tears. True tears. not the one's where you get hurt or something tragic
Tears that burned and bleed through your eyes. " I - I've got to go" i grabbed my bag and left. i hated school. I had nowhere to go but ... that place. My foster parents were sweet nothing like Jake. i wiped the tears and entered my first period class. i must not have wiped my face well enough , because people were whispering "what happened?". like they knew. rumors were spread all the time. Mainly about me. The teacher finished his sentence mid-way and motioned me to step outside. Instead , i gave him a fierce glare and he continued. I looked out the window. it was cold. winter , the scariest season for me. the bell rung . quickly i ran through the hallway and toward the door. freedom. "Addiline" the counselor , Ms. Dunning, walked toward me taking her sweet time. i faltered lowering my head and pretending to be "bubbly". "Yes?" i folded my arms and gave her a sly smile, "Why were you running?". i twisted my lips."Why not?" you run to loose weight now tell me why i cant run?". Ms. Dunning looked at herself and smoother her blouse in a defeated way. "Fine , Mrs.Rochet if you don't have the capacity to heal yourself then no one can". I frowned and watched as she disappeared into the sea of teenagers.
(( sorry for the random spacing out if i tried to fix it the whole thing would erease ))
dont be afriad to play it loud because if its turned down low , you will never be heard