The Girl with the Notebook

It's short, and not really a story, and it was hard to think of since it is the first day of school and all that. And it didn't storm, and don't think it's about me because it isn't. Well here it goes.
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It was the first day of school, again. The sky was dark and stormy; it was almost like the sea itself, this time it was in anger. The wind whipped violently, and the students talked huddled together to get warm. It was freezing and yet the teachers weren’t willing to let in the students just yet. But that didn’t demolish the back to school spirit. Friends hug each other, and yell each other names. Talking about how their summer went and how they have missed each other. The loners and the newbies stand alone, some scared and very shy, others determined to make friends with as bunch as unfamiliar faces as they can. And through it, all was a girl with a blue notebook writing it all down.

“Tall, blonde, and beautiful,” they say about her. And yet she hasn’t made many friends.

“She was made to be a cheerleader,” whispered some of the other students, and yet she was a determined journalist. Sure, she has money, but not popularity. She has brains and yet no dates. And yet she didn’t really care about all that, in her own way she was content. She has no serious drama or some sort of trouble in her life. She has a handful of close friends she can trust all her secrets to, she doesn’t get picked on or do anything stupid.

And

Yet

One

Day…

She just became depressed. Trying hard to suppress suicidal thoughts, only to have it haunt her sleep. She always has to keep up a façade, always having to suppress the urge to grab the nearest sharp object. And all just because of a guy, that broke her heart. And make her

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