Happiness Doesn't Come in an XL

Lunch.
My favorite part of the day. Friends and socializing. I'm always early for lunch, so I wait at the back of the line, so that when Justice comes, I'll be at the front, for her.

Good, old lunch period flies by, leaving me in a downward spiral. Friends, I can handle, school, way too easy. What really hurts are the constant whispers. After lunch, my life turns to hell. On my own, in hell, with no way out.

Home. By myself. I'm not sure if that's a good or if it's bad, Justice is always there, though, comforting my jitters. Without that girl, I don't know where I'd be. She keeps me calm and not on impulse.

Slam.
"No. Not already! Just a little more time to myself, I'm not ready!"
My pleas are useless.
They still come.
My family, ready to attack me for something utterly insignificant.

Slam.

Alone In my room. I'm safe. For now.