Though I've always known that I'm not the most liked person in my class due to my love for things other than what my classmates liked, I never knew how they really felt about me. So, I went in the next day with some weird disguise. My teacher knew it was me, and we pretended my name was Felicity Leveque. I was pretending to be mute(no offense to those who are mute) so I wouldn't let my voice ring out. I was wearing a hoodie and a mask, my teacher telling everyone I wore the mask to hide what my cat did to me. I was asked multiple times what my cat did, and I would point to my lips, shaking my head and then to the area where my vocal box (is that what it is called?) is. They would leave me alone after that. On break, they started talking about me. Not Felicity, me. They were saying how I was depressive, lonely, and I didn't mind that too much, because that was a little on the true side. But they went too far.
They said I didn't deserve to live. My classmates want me dead.
My full outfit: White hoodie that covers my short hair, a black mask that hides everything but my mouth, faded denim jeans, blue sneakers.
Now for the lit part.
First, I need to light a fire. That's it. I'm done. Lit.
They said I didn't deserve to live. My classmates want me dead.
My full outfit: White hoodie that covers my short hair, a black mask that hides everything but my mouth, faded denim jeans, blue sneakers.
Now for the lit part.
First, I need to light a fire. That's it. I'm done. Lit.