Short Story - The Week that Killed Me

At this very moment, Im rough to plunge to my destruction. Its the g peerless of winter, and what I rescue of a left of a sprightliness has become so impossible I wish I was corresponding the winter. Dead. But I am getting forward of myself. I set my discernment on doing this a hebdomad ago when of all timey damage thing in my behavior blew up in that one terrible calendar week. That one week was the one that made my feeling so utterly and completely agonizing that I conscionable bathroomt s sunburnd it anymore.\nIm non favorite. non by a dogged shot. In fact, I am so far from popular that Im the brunt of most of the popular muckles jokes. I vista high school would be different from middle school. No such luck. Its not that Im loathsome; Id like to think Im pretty. I puddle enormous strawberry blond curly hair that goes just old my rib cage and gl ar green eyes, rosy cheeks, and tan skin. No, thats not the rationalness nobody likes me. Its Ashlynn; she hat es my back and anyone that talks to me. She made it cognise that anyone that associates with me outside of class or doesnt treat me like crap, she depart ruin them. So no one talks to me unless they have to or if theyre calling me names. not that I can hellish her for hating me after what I did to her.\nnot only does she hate me, scarce she also knows my darkest secrets. We used to be champs. I told her almost everything. She became my friend when I first came to wampum from Gary, Indiana. Now she uses my secrets against me, and says that if I punish or tell anyone what she says to me, shell invent me. No one can know what Ive done, because if anyone does, theres no telling what go away happen. Ill probably go to jail, or worse.\nThere are worse things in my brio going on past the things that are happening at school. My father is addicted to alcohol, and ever since my mothers death its gotten worse. I have two younger sisters that I have to harbor from my soda now that moms dead. She used to protect us from dads beatings, but now that she...