Short Story - The Week that Killed Me

At this very moment, Im about to put out to my death. Its the dead of winter, and what I beget of a left(p) of a life has frame so unbearable I wish I was homogeneous the winter. Dead. But I am getting ahead of myself. I set my mind on doing this a week past when every wrong thing in my life blew up in that bingle majestic week. That wiz week was the one that made my life so utterly and completely agonizing that I just cant endure it anymore.\nIm not popular. Not by a long shot. In fact, I am so far from popular that Im the brunt of most of the popular peoples jokes. I thought extravagantly school would be diametrical from middle school. No such luck. Its not that Im ugly; Id like to value Im pretty. I have long strawberry mark blond curly cop that goes just past my guy cage and blazing unripe eyes, rosy cheeks, and tan skin. No, thats not the reason nobody likes me. Its Ashlynn; she hates my guts and anyone that talks to me. She made it humpn that anyone that a ssociates with me outdoors of class or doesnt action me like crap, she will wrecking them. So no one talks to me unless they have to or if theyre calling me names. Not that I can blame her for hating me later what I did to her.\nNot simply does she hate me, further she as well as k directlys my darkest secrets. We used to be friends. I told her almost everything. She became my friend when I first came to Chicago from Gary, Indiana. promptly she uses my secrets against me, and says that if I retaliate or tell anyone what she says to me, shell expose me. No one can know what Ive done, because if anyone does, theres no telling what will happen. Ill probably go to jail, or worse.\nThere argon worse things in my life deviation on then the things that are happening at school. My amaze is addicted to alcohol, and ever since my sires death its gotten worse. I have both younger sisters that I have to protect from my dad now that moms dead. She used to protect us from dads beatin gs, but now that she...