THE BOOKWORM GIRL
The Bookworm Girl ,her feels in a swirl. Mad, happy sad, if you look at her outer layer it's not that bad. But you don't really know her, a book is her only friend, sir. A time off depression, even if you ask you won't get a confesstion. About how it feels to be alone at recess, and fade from reality less and less. She only knows how it feels to be the class joke, with the mean things they say, so bad she chokes. ''Don't YOU know how it feels to be hurt?'', she want to scream. ''With the stabs of pain you incert.'' Who cares about that girl?, the mean girls always think. When The Bookworm Girl calls out for a friend , she only gets blinks. Her life is worthless, well at least she thought so. Her life is so full of stress, her social life is just a mess! Now she felt like dying, so hard all she did was the crying.
At lunchtime , many years later, there stood in front of The Bookworm Girl, a young lady without a sound. She listened to the Bookworm Girl's story. As the the girl told her story, with surprise, she saw the new girl choke. The young lady too had the same story, and other people had been killing her soul. Right there and then, the girls realized that fate had put them to together. They both had somehow, in that moment ,changed their life's.
They still are on a a difficult journey, of battles aganist death and drugs. But there is still one thing thst still bugs them. Who else could they trust. Back to the Bookworm Girl, with her feelings in a swirl. If you could not clearly see, that girl is me.
