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Here's a teaser i wrote for my story. By teaser, I mean it's what I have so far. It's not the best but I've been trying really hard to make it interesting. So tell me what you think~

I thought things couldn’t get worse but they did. Everyday was a daily struggle to be myself, yet I didn’t want to be like everyone else either. I wanted to be the only person I knew how to be and that was myself. The problem was that I wanted to make a difference, but I wasn’t sure how to do that.

I entered the school building, in an attempt to ignore the students that made my life hell. All I wanted to do was find my best friend Jasmine, who had a mild developmental disability. My only hope was her always there to keep me laughing. I don’t know what my life would be without that girl.

“Hey there, freak show! Where do you think your going?” One of the boys taunted as I hid my face and continued walking to my locker. “I asked you a question.” He continued to tease me as I turned to him.

The next thing I knew, I was shoved up against a locker. I couldn’t escape, no matter how hard I tried. I was trapped, stranded and stuck in a situation I couldn’t get out of. This caused the tears to fill my eyes as he held my arms behind my back.

“What…what do you…want from…me…” I replied softly with fear in my voice.

“Aw, she’s showing fear!” The other boy snickered as he grabbed me and pushed me to the floor. “Fear is what I live for, especially from such a crazy freak like you!” He looked down at me in a fit of taunting laughter as I looked up with tear-stained cheeks.

“Quick! The teacher’s coming!” One of the other boys called as the boys took off running, leaving me in my despair.

The teacher saw me on the ground and frowned at me as she offered to help me. I shook it off and stood back up, knowing that she wasn’t going to care what had happened. None of the teachers ever did seem to care about me, and it always made things much harder for me.

“You better hurry before your late for class.” She told me as I grabbed my back and took of running.

I couldn’t afford being late to another one of my classes, especially when I was failing them. I didn’t understand a single thing we were learning because the teachers were too fast. Neither one of them took the time to slow down and help me get a better understanding.

My mother thought I deserved the best out of regular education, yet it only seemed to make my education worse. I could never get her to understand my struggles in school because she didn’t seem to care that much. My sister Melanie always did her best to help in the best way possible, especially since she was over eighteen.

“Jade! You’re late for class again!” my teacher glared at me as I entered my class and took my seat. “That’s the third time you’ve been tardy this week…” she gave a sigh while writing me a detention slip then proceeded to hand it to me.

“You’re giving me detention?” I frowned at her as tears streamed down my cheeks.

This wasn’t good for my routine and need for sameness. I had never had detention before so this was my first time actually getting into trouble. There were so many times when i wondered what being in special education was actually like, and my sister even agreed that’s where I belonged.

What do you think? I apologize for the way the text is. If it helps, you might want to highlight it to see. I had copy and past from my email and... it did that for some reason. O_o
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