I just found out that I have been in a coma for six years after I was purposely not caught by my cheerleading squad during practice when I was fifteen. Half my life has been wasted sleeping and I don’t know where to start again. So, I decided to go to college.
I thought that college would be a dream because of how quickly I made new friends- Gabriella (who we call Gabby) and Madeline (who we call Maddy). But turns out that this one guy hates me there too.
Why does he hate me? I really don’t know, but it’s annoying. I mean, what did I ever do to him? I’ve been sleeping for eight years, for goodness sake!
Anyway, he likes to bully me (as if I haven’t been through enough). I mean, at least I’m living life to its fullest. Woohoo… so fun to be bullied by someone you don’t even know.
If I’m being honest, he does look super good. Black hair, brown eyes, pale skin… and so on. If he didn’t have such a bad attitude, I might’ve actually fell for him. He thinks he’s so tough and that’s one of the things about him that I DESPISE the most. I mean, who wants to be surrounded by someone who thinks that they’re better than everyone?
My thoughts on him all changed this one night. (By that I mean that I still hated him but I saw a different side to him). One night, I was walking outside alone. When, suddenly, a car came out of nowhere. It was about to run over me. Before it could, he jumped onto me and shoved me out of the way. If it wasn’t for him, I’d definitely be dead.
Maybe he just did it because he didn’t want me to die, but I don’t know. Maybe I’m just imagining things. It’s not like he’s changed the way he acts around me…
