Today, I don't have group therapy, so I head straight home after school. I unlock the door and go upstairs to my room. I close the door behind me and throw my bag on the floor. I lay down on my bed, I'm exhausted.
I grab my phone and scroll quickly through Instagram and Twitter, nothing exciting there. I hear a car pull up in the driveway, and I get up and walk over to my window seat to watch.
Megan, Sofia, and Kaylie get out of the car and go inside our house. I groan, I don't want to be here if they're in the house. I grab my skateboard and leave once they're in Megan's room.
I skateboard down the street and turn the corner. Before I know it, I'm on the ground. I open my eyes, and I see a guy on top of me.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"What just happened?"
"We collided." He grins sheepishly and holds up his skateboard.
"Oh," I say, and sit up.
"I didn't mean to, it was an accident."
"It's cool."
He offers me a hand up. "I'm Dylan."
"Maddie," I say.
"Do you live around here?"
I point to my house nearby.
He continues. "I just moved here, so I'm assuming we'll be in the same school?"
I laugh. "Yeah, everyone here goes to the same school. I'm in my sophomore year, you?"
"Same here," Dylan says, smiling. "I got to go, but I'll see you around."
"See ya," I yell.
I decide to head back home, suddenly not in the mood to skateboard anymore. I enter the house to find Megan and her friends watching Mean girls. Coincidence? I think not.
I walk up the stairs to my room, going unnoticed.
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Lost
Teen FictionSometimes, I'm not always sure what to do. I feel like I'm always wrong, like I'm never good enough. I'm invisible and it's as if I don't exist. If I really didn't exist, I don't think anyone would care. I'm all alone in this great big world, I'm lo...