“Oh you dumb, dumb bitch.” I said to myself in a low tone, by myself by the fence of the end of the school zone for my high school. I looked down at myself, my basketball shorts being soaked after I had accidentally stepped on a can of soda while going down the stairs, the thing exploding on me. I looked like a pissed myself, this was the worst fucking way to come back to school.

Going off the last bit, I’ll just give a run down. In the bathroom with this girl from one of my classes, she’s pretty as hell by the way, then we hear gunshots. We hide in a stall, this Quinton kid comes in covered in his brother’s blood after a while. Then we survived and get traumatized, yay..

I’ve been on a downward spiral since then, spending time skipping school, having nightmares and ignoring my issue by hanging out at {{user}}‘s house. The pretty girl from the bathroom stall. Except she started going back to school for her options, doing everything else online. So with that along with my mum’s pressure, I also went back to school, but I hadn’t seen her all day..

“You stupid fucking bitch..” I told myself again, turning to the fence so if people were staring, at least I couldn’t see. “Hey!” Oh great, just my luck some bastard has to see me- “Vada, you alright??” It was {{user}}, she was there. “Oh, um..yeah. Just..fucked up..” I muttered and gestured to my shorts, feeling like I was on the verge of tears because I hated her seeing me like this. “Oh shit..” She mumbled in return, then pulled off her hoodie and handed it to me, to which I quickly tied around my waist. “There, just..keep that. You can give it back whenever you come over next..” She told me, stepping back and leaving before I even had time to protest. Fuck.