School is over. Finally. I make my way to my locker again. It doesn’t take me long to grab all my things for the evening. Fluttershy walks me out the building. She’s got to hurry to the shelter, they need some extra help. Someone called out sick. I can’t head over to her place to help her with homework tonight. I tell her it’s okay. That I don’t mind.
I don’t. I don’t care at all. The free food her family would have made would’ve been nice, but I’ll survive. I always do. I’ve still got that tomato from lunch. Glad I saved it. It’ll make for a nice snack.
I hop on my bus home. It didn’t take me long to route out which school bus got me closest. I sit alone on- The bus is full today. Someone is sitting with me. I scooch over and make room for them. I flash them a smile, then look out the window. My smile doesn’t last long enough to make my reflection. I recognized the kid next to me. Not enough to know their name. I bullied them, that’s all.
The ride isn’t long. I get off at my stop and start my walk home. It isn’t too far; I cut through a construction site. The know me; I helped them fix the school. They give me genuine smiles. I can trust them. They don’t know the bad in me, the just saw the repentance. I give them a smile back. I’m glad there’s a few people in this world who will give me a chance.
The old warehouse is on the other side of the site. I slip in through the break in the fence, then slide under a cracked wall. No one else is back yet. My room beckons. I head up.
My knife is there still. Right where I left it. Of course it is. I strip down and sit in my chair. The cold metal hurts against my skin. I let it. I need to feel the pain. Flipping the knife open, I rest the tip against my thigh. I’m ready to make another slash.
I don’t.
I’m not counting days. I’m not counting anything. It’s a reminder. A reminder of what it is to feel. I don’t need that right now.
I close the knife before putting it back. I pull a textbook from my bag and sigh. Homework time.
There's not a lot to say, but I like the ending
Sounds like a great beginning to a great journey.
Keep it up
I can see the entire chapter in one screen and my mind's ear is begging for more variety in sentence structure. Noun verbs noun. Noun verbs noun. Article noun verb noun..Noum conjunction verb. Noun preposition verb noun. I know this is really sad and serious but I just can't bring myself to feel bad for this Sunset when every single line from her perspective is so dry and flat and monotone. There's not even anything WRONG here! There aren't any glaring fixable mistakes, it's just... skeletal. There's potential for a really good and poignant tale to be told here that I really want to read but I just... am not getting it.
I get what you were going for in breaking this up into small chapters, but I feel like each small chapter is trying to do too much. There's a lot of information you're trying to present, and the word count just isn't quite enough to do that information justice.
Come on Grab your pen we're gonna fill this work sheet in, with math and words, and all the thing, the problems never end its Homework Time.
IM SORY XD XD XD
Also, Good chapter, sorry that thought should have come first but my brains singing songs to lyrics that are not there.
I honestly don’t know what to say about this.
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Dont be 😂 that was rad!