Richelle
I got a text from Izzy that everyone was meeting in Studio A because Riley needed something of us. I walk into Studio A and hear people laughing. I look around and see my underwear hanging on the wall. I run up and rip it off.
I look at the pages and see it came from my diary.
"Nonononononono." I whisper to myself.
"Little miss bitch has a crush on Noah!" Any said laughing.
I just hit my back against the wall and slide down it. I may be in front of everyone but I don't care anymore. I curl into a ball and cry. Everyone is staring. Everyone is laughing. Izzy and Beth run over to me and run circles into my back.
You know what I don't even care anymore.
I get up and walk over to my cubby and unzip my bag. I get out my razor and look at everyone with tearful eyes. I hate my self! I hate my life! I hate A-Troupe! I hate Noah! I hate the Next Step!
"This is what you wanted! So I'm giving you what you want!" I scream.
Everyone is silent.
I cut myself with my razor. And wince in pain. I do it again, and again, and again. Until I can't see. Everything is black....
{A/N: A-Troupe is so mean! They don't deserve to live. Ugh! I wanna just go in there and slap Amy and Michelle and Henry and everyone else with that razor. Then they'll see who tf is laughing now 😈}