Sick in hell

i wake up before everyone else with my body aching all over. i know that i have to go to school today because today is "the first day" and a lot of people wont know each other very well and we will all be in the same boat but if i come tomorrow i will be the outsider, everyone else will be used to each other and i will be more of the "new kid" than ever. i get up and do my normal routine then take 3 ibuprofen. i am now ready to go and it is 4 min. after our normal departure time which means i will most likely be late. i yell for my dad to hurry up or we'll be late and he responds by yelling at me and uses the F- word 3 times when he's in the wrong. we arrive with 3 min. to spare and i slam the car door shut and walk to my class. i notice very quickly that i dont know anyone i my class so i sit at a table that no one has sat at yet, the ibuprofen has taken affect now but the shaking has not gone away, this time its not because i am sick but because i am so nervous of what other people think of me. i make it through the class without making a sound. i check my schedule about 30 times before we leave for our next class because i dont want to go into the wrong room. my next class was very small and all we did was watch the inauguration, so i made it through pretty easy, by this point the ibuprofen is starting to ware off and i am getting more and more paranoid. i text the 4 people that i know to see what lunch they have. only 1 had the same lunch as me, after 2nd block my legs were aching really bad and my throat felt like there were knifes being stuck in it. i sat with my 1 friend in a very cramped lunch room wile i ate my chocolate shake. i went to my third block and the girls at my table were very annoying and i just wanted to kill my self, but the teacher is awesome. by the end of the class i felt the worst i did all day. i stumble upstairs to my last class of the day running a fever and all around sick i sit down and am surrounded by freaks, i am not quick to judge, but they were weird and sense i thought this of them i was positive that they thought this of me which made me even more self conscience and so our teach came in, she is the worst by far, and tells us that she doesnt like it when students use the restrooms and she is going to have homework every night. she doesnt take late work and is just mean. she goes through the syllabus and then assigned us 40 problems to do for homework and a worksheet. she gave us 15 min. in class. i used about 3 of those min. before i gave up. i put my things away and lade my head down. i wake up and there is still 5 more min. until this day is over. my whole body is numb from the pain. 1min. i get my things and stand as the bell rings. i am pushed aside by the 31 other people that want to get out of that class. i am pushed down the hall ways by the 100s of people trying to get down the steps. i was dreading the steps, i forcefully went down them fast and afterwards my legs were throbbing.i stepped out side which is about 2 degrees F and i walk as fast as possible home because i had to pee soooo bad because my last teacher wouldnt let me, i was still moving quite slow though because of my legs might i add, i then passed Bri's truck, she gives me a ride home sometimes. she is no were in sight today, the day when i need her the most. i talk to myself wile i walk because it helps me get my mind off of the elements ,the fact that i have to pee so bad and my whole entire body throbbing with pain. i was finally on my grandmas street and could see the red truck, which hadnt moved in years , which is my half way point. once i reached the red truck i could See through the bushes a shiny yellow glare and knew that my dad was here to pick me up early. feelings of joy and of rage came over me. i was happy to know that i was going to be in my bed soon, but mad at the man who yelled at me for no reason this morning. i come up to the drive way and see that neither my grandparents nor my dad had thought to get the mail, the newspaper, or pick up the trash can that had blown over in last nights strong winds. so i got all the mail out of the jammed mail box, and at that point i realized how much my arms hurt. i bent over to get the newspaper and almost didnt get up. i decided that all my hands are full and i dont have the energy to get the trash can. it took me about 5min to get up those 3 stairs up to my grandmas door. i went in put the stuff down, took 3 ibuprofen and fell asleep on the couch. . .