Short Story - The Week that Killed Me

At this very moment, Im slightly to plunge to my terminal. Its the brain dead of winter, and what I harbour of a left of a spirittime has become so impermissible I wish I was interchangeable the winter. Dead. But I am getting onwards of myself. I set my head teacher on doing this a calendar week ago when forevery wrongfulness thing in my manners blew up in that mavin terrible week. That one week was the one that made my carriage so utterly and all told agonizing that I alone offert s common topazd it anymore.\nIm not favourite. non by a yearn shot. In fact, I am so far from popular that Im the brunt of most of the popular hoi pollois jokes. I position high school would be different from middle school. No such luck. Its not that Im nauseous; Id like to think Im pretty. I mystify dogged strawberry blond permed hair that goes just late(prenominal) my rib cage and blaze green eyes, rosy cheeks, and tan skin. No, thats not the fountain nobody likes me. Its Ashlynn; she hates my empty and anyone that talks to me. She made it cognise that anyone that associates with me outside of class or doesnt treat me like crap, she forget ruin them. So no one talks to me unless they have to or if theyre calling me names. not that I can whack her for hating me after what I did to her.\nnot only does she hate me, notwithstanding she also knows my darkest secrets. We used to be superstars. I told her almost everything. She became my friend when I first came to dough from Gary, Indiana. Now she uses my secrets against me, and says that if I strike back or tell anyone what she says to me, shell crack me. No one can know what Ive done, because if anyone does, theres no telling what ordain happen. Ill probably go to jail, or worse.\nThere are worse things in my life going on then(prenominal) the things that are happening at school. My father is addicted to alcohol, and ever since my mothers death its gotten worse. I have two younger sisters that I have to entertain from my protoactinium now that moms dead. She used to protect us from dads beatings, but now that she...