10- Genecis Z: 464 Days Left

 

            I am a junior in high school, which means that there is 11136 hours left before I walk across the stage and get handed a piece of paper that I have striven for with sweat, tears, and blood. A measly 464 days until I can say goodbye to this (and I mean this in the kindest way possible) god awful, treacherous, living hell of a town. 

Graduation means absolutely nothing to me, I couldn’t care less whether or not I get a piece of paper that represents all the awful nights I spent crying and screaming into a pillow just because I got a C in chemistry. Or felt ashamed to meet eyes with my parents because my grades weren’t an arrangement of A’s. 

Graduation is seemly my key out of this life I've been living for over 4 years. Once I graduate I get in a plane and I fly far away. 

Where no one I know is there to ridicule me. I want to get rid of the shackles I have been forced to wear for these past years. 

I hate this town. I hate the people. I hate my house. I hate absolutely everything about this place. 

So once those 464 days fly by and I get handed that paper I am gone as the wind. To a place where no one knows my name or my face or my life. To a place where everyone is a stranger just going about their life. 

If it were up to me I would say screw graduation and just leave. But of course my dear mother would send me to hell (again) and so instead I chew my nails raw each time I take a test and I look in the mirror with disgust every time I get a grade back, because I know that my mother won’t be pleased. 

There is nothing worse than feeling like the dumbest person in a room, and yet that is how I feel everyday. 

I hope to graduate high school and be able to forget about every single memory I have made in this hell hole and to never have to relive it again. I want to get myself out of this hole and fill it up so I can be sure that I will never fall in again.

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