My life used to be simple. In the morning's I'd greet my mom, before running to school so i wasn't late. At school, I'd be teased because I don't have a dad that loves me enough to visit. Then, I'd get detention for punching someone in face. I'd skip detention and catch a ride with my best friend since birth, Ethan. We'd watch horror movies at his house until my mom called, pissed about me getting another detention. Mom would pick me up, lecturing me the whole way home. We'd fight. I'd stomp to my room and draw while mom yelled at me through the door. Eventually, she'd leave. I'd fall asleep with my pencil in my hand. The next morning everything would start over. The only time my day is different is when i make it a whole day with out knocking someone on their ass or i skip school completely. I never realized how much i looked forward to the day being the same until it wasn't. All because i met Him. He was a nice, sweet guy, who seemed trustworthy. Boy, was i wrong. He changed the way i looked at life. He changed my view of things completely. I went from weird and unwanted, to rare and wanted by everyone and everything. My name is Halo Abbey, and I'm hear to tell you how my life was changed from normal, to super natural.
It was a grey Tuesday afternoon, and i was in English. I wasn't paying attention to lesson. I was to busy thinking of all the ways to piss off my mom. You see, me and her had a fight, which was normal. But mom had crossed the line by comparing me to the slug that calls himself my father. I extremely hate the man. He ditched my mom when she got pregnant with me, and still has the ball's to write me every week. Well, her comment pissed me off beyond belief. But the worst part is that she didn't even realize how much passed the line she went. She said i was exactly like him, in every way. I slapped her. So now me and her aren't on speaking terms. And she thinks that it's some kind of punishment. It's more of a blessing.
"Halo." I looked up from my notebook. Mrs.Teacher lady was standing next to my desk and, by her expression, had said my name more than once. I raised an eye brow at her, "Yes, Mrs.Teacher?" She narrowed her eyes at me, obviously not liking the fact that i couldn't remember her name after having her for most the year. Her small frame trembled with suppressed anger. Weird. She's usually so laid back and carefree. I wonder what i did. With a huff, Mrs.Teacher stocked to her desk, scribbled up a detention slip, and held it out to me. Shit, i wonder what made her so mad. I stood up and asked, "What did do, exactly?" She gave a harsh laugh, "Don't play innocent. You know what you did." I shrugged and picked up my stuff. As i grabbed my detention slip, I noticed an evil smile cross her face. Crap, that woman scared me. When i was out of class i looked at the detention slip. I got detention for pulling cruel, and dirty pranks. Wonder when i did that.
Those who commit suicide did not deserve to live in the first place -_-