Scratch

My day probably starts similar to yours. 5:00 A.M my alarm goes off. Freaking thing sounds like a cat being pulled apart. I drag my lazy self out of bed and try to get to the bathroom without making any noise. God knows what happened last time i woke mom up before the noon light did. I turn on the water in the shower. The hot water burned the mark from last night, but I didn't care. Hot was always better than cold. When i got out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite purple towel. One of my anchors. Things that keep me sane or things that make me happy... I call those my anchors. Like it's those things that keep me from losing it. I run back to my room to start the daily cover up. I go through four bottles of concealer a month, but i suppose it's worth it not having to answer those questions...
"Chris, what happened to your arm?"
" Oh... I fell..."
"...Again?"
Yes again. Just like last week and the week before and the week before... So i started using make up to cover the bruises and cuts. So anyway, after I'm done iI get out of the house as quickly as possible. Still yet to come is the dreaded bus ride to school. Ever since I started going to school here, I've always had a disliking for the bus. Have you ever noticed how until they have to, no one sits with anyone else in the mornings. They sit there and listen to their Ipods and stare out the window? When someone needs to sit with them they uncomfortably shift in their seat, and still say nothing to this other person. Well luckily enough, I always get an open seat on the bus, and no one sits with me either. No one likes me. No one notices me.
School is harmless enough most of the time. I don't get made fun of in front of my face, and i guess that's really all I can ask for. I have my small group of friends