Hating Life [Chapter 1]

I lay in my bed unable to unable to sleep staring at the ceiling. Engraved into the ceiling is the words "Carli and Angi best friends for ever". I mudder under my breath best friends for ever. A tear sheds from my sapphire eyes. Thought of the horrible sounds. The screaming. How could this have happened in just an hour? Was this meant to happen?

I slowly walk down to the bathroom. On the mirror is a picture of Carli, a tall, skinny girl with eyes of emerald that are gleaming in the sun. Her hair filled the sunshine its barley noticeable because the colors are too much alike. I stumbled out to the kitchen. I walked over to the oak counter and grabbed a glass. I turned around and headed to bathroom. I entered the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Water came gushing out. I filled the glass with some water. I gulped down the water as fast as I could. I leaned over and grabbed a tissue to wipe my wet face. As I went back into my beautiful bedroom I grabbed my necklace. My mind was filled with a billion thoughts. How could I get any sleep with so much going on? I looked at the clock it read 2:39 am.

Two weeks then the horrible day will be back, back to stalk me. Seems like every thing I think about leads back to Cari. It’s not like any of this was my fault, was it?

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The next morning I woke up from my great dream, a dream where my real life did not exist. I wish I lived in that dream but that’s impossible because it’s just a dream. I wish dreams were life where every things perfect, but if you think about it life is like a dream because you can have good days and bad days just like a dream.

I leaped out of bed and walked over to my closet and chose out what I was going to ware.
I picked out my clothes and hurried into the bathroom to take a shower. The hot steamy air felt great.

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I hurried out, got dressed and blow dried my long silky raven hair. Then grab my keys to my real moms car, it was a older mustang, but still nice.

I pulled into the schools drive way. Got out and headed to my locker. I looked down at the locker number they had mailed to me it said "391"

Then I went to class.

Mr. Riley was a teacher that was flat out mean. If you handed in a paper that was sloppy then you got an f. Mr. Riley was a total neet freak. Every thing had to be in a place, and if it wasn’t you would hear some major bitching.

"No lolly pops in class angi" Mr. Riley yelled.

Angi got up and threw her lolly pop into the trash and walked back to her seat.

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School had let out. And she was off to the local park. The place no one went to. Early this morning she has set every thing up.

She had arrived into the local park. Went to the tree. Put the rope around her head. And kicked the stool. Just as she kicked the stool to hang herself she herd the words "wwwwwwwaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiittttttttt" in a voice she had never herd. But she already kicked the stool..... To be continued...