This boy in my homeroom, Simon, saw me. I didn’t know what to do so I smiled.
Do you know what he did?
He scratched the back of his head…. That scares me. What if he is avoiding me? What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if I’m too ugly? Too fat? Too tall?
Why? I am cursed with this stupid anxiety. Ever since my dad died, I’m like, pathetic. He was my everything and somehow kept me in the “A” team of the popularity squad. When I lived with him, he let me throw parties whenever I wanted. But with Mom? NOTHING! I can’t go to the library without her asking why or if I’m okay.
Guess who’s grounded!
I snapped at Mom.
Well, she wouldn’t let me go to the movies with my friend, so I finally snapped. I regret it now, trust me! She took my phone, tablet, and books! I guess I’m supposed to sit here and breathe. That’s all that’s happening. In, out, in, out, in, out. Kill me, please?