If I’m going out, I’m going out with a bang.

She was such a lovely girl, always smiling and laughing, never without a friend. Until she left.
It started like a typical morning for her. the screamo waking her up in the morning she started her routine. getting her uniform on, then putting her hair in a bun, then her makeup. She turned off the music and went upstairs. 6:38 read the clock, time for her to go to the bus stop. She sneaked into her parents room and said goodbye to her mom. Then she went out the door. But not before putting an object that would change her life later in the day. The bus comes and she gets on. she heads towards the back and the bus lurches forward toward the next stop, she sits down and listens to the people talking to her, smiles and laughs at the appropriate times, she must act this way as to not alarm her friends. School is in session and there is a buzz in her pocket, her phone. “hey freak shit another scar eh? hahah!”. And so mixed in with the love, the hate begins. everyone is so clueless. The bell rings she gets up and walks into another class and the bell rings and so on until lunch. when the bell buzzes at noon and she rushes away. she grabs her bookbag and she sets off toward the football feild. she gets to the feild and goes to the post, gets one of the metal chairs and ties the rope onto the post. Her first masterpeice is done. She goes to the artroom and takes out all her art and then to her locker to get all her poems. It is time. she walks back out to the feild and she sets the pictures down at random, and the poems are put in every locker. she signs them all. she walks back out to the feild and is now ready. She steps onto the chair and puts the rope around her neck. she cries. “Sorry.” she screams, and everyone still on campus hears some start towards the source of the scream. but by the time anyone gets to the feild it is too late. the beautiful swan is dead. She has left.

I wrote those poems and painted those paintings I tied that noose and thought about hanging but stopped. instead I actually backed out. instead I anonymously put my poems into everyone’s lockers and instead I ate lunch under the post. The story above you just read, was how I was suppossed to die.
But I clearly did’nt.
Because i’m me.
The “freak shit” backed out.