Hi, I'm Karma-Hope, but people call me Karma. I'm 15, I have long almost black hair that goes to my waist. I have light brown eyes and I'm thin, very thin. I don't like eating very much, but I try. I used to cut but I stopped after a trip to the hospital. My life basically sucks horse shit.

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I woke up to my alarm clock 'lets just get this day over with'. I got up and looked in the mirror. My eyes were dull, and skin was pale. I went to my closet and grabbed a pair of black leggings, a hog warts crewneck sweater from fresh tops. I finished it off with a pair of grey vans. I left my wavy hair alone and applied a light layer of foundation, so I wouldn't look dead, and lip balm . I quickly dabbed in some concealer on my old scars, too many to count. I looked around, making sure no one was home. I quietly walked outside, and ran to my bus stop. I was one of the only people at my stop, except for two girls who were inseparable. The bus pulled up to our stop the second I got there. I sighed in relief and got in.

*at school*

I walked to my locker, keeping my head down. I felt a hand push me against the wall, Cameron. Another hand held me back and I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I fell to the ground "stay out of my way" Cameron said. I waited for them to leave. I got up and stumbled to my locker. Shawn, Matt and Taylor were in my class, that's not even the worst part. Shawn sat behind me, Taylor sat to my left, and Matt sat to my right. I took my seat, they also bullied me. But not as much as the other guys "class, I will be assigning partners, for your upcoming project" the teacher said, sitting at her desk. She looked at her computer and started listing names, finally I heard my name "Karma and Taylor" my heart stopped, I turned to my left and Taylor was smirking "so my house at eight" Taylor said, I nodded and looked down. What the hell am I supposed to do?

I sat alone at lunch, I couldn't eat, not after what happened. I just sat there looking around nervously. "Eat up fatass" someone poured chocolate milk on my head and threw a greasy slice of pizza at me. I got up and ran to the bathroom, I washed my face and tried to rinse my hair out. "Fuck it" I left the restroom and got to my locker, I grabbed my stuff and walk out "where are you going" I turn around and see Taylor "doesn't concern you" I said walking "I'm coming" he said catching up to me "no" I said "do you have a ride?" He asked stopping me. I was silent "come with me" he said. I thought for a moment, I just needed to leave this place, and he was the only chance I had. "let's go" I said. We walked to his car and I got in. We started driving and it was silent "why?" I asked confused "I felt bad" he said quietly "You felt bad?! You've done worse to me and walked away like it was no biggie" I said frustrated "shut the hell up, you're fuckin lucky I helped you" he said not moving his eyes from the road "your such an asshole, who gives you the right to think that" I yelled. "just drop me off here" I said grabbing my bag "I'm not gonna let you walk" he said calming down "it's not your decision" I said opening the door "wait, my address" he gave me a piece of paper. "see you at 8" I said slamming the door shut and walking away.