I screamed as loud as I could. I love you family. I love you Peach. I love you friends. Goodbye and see you when you die. I screamed again. "LE-ET G-OO O-FF M-EH! St-o-p ch-ok-in-g m-eh Kel-ly! I al-mo-st die-d!"I croaked out. Kelly quickly let go. "Sorry, just trying to have fun" Kelly explained. "I'll tell you something Kelly, experiencing death at my age is NOT fun!" I yelled.
Then I remembered the light was on. I sat in a corner and tried to fall asleep. Yeah, right. My eyes were peeled open and I had baggy eyes as well, from not getting enough sleep. I just couldn't after everything that has happened, it's like those books from the series The Series of Unfortunate Events. No matter what, terrible events kept occurring.
It started off two years ago when my Daddy died. Then 3 months later, my grandma died of a heart attack. My grades kept decreasing as the grief overcame me. My best friend moved away 4 months after that, and she was the only one who could comfort me. I flunked 5th grade, so my new best friend, Kelly, tutored me.
Then my mom gave me a curfew because she was afraid I would sneak out and run away, because I was considered to need special education. As in the learning for those who can't and don't. I'm stuck with all these people who are dumb. Not that I'm not, I just really think it's unfair. My older brother who uses offensive language often said "Not so fun to be with the dumbos, eh?" So I slapped him, pushed him, and tried to choke him while I said "Yeah, because I have to live with one at home!" I punched him in the stomach and wrote on a sticky note that then said "I passed out because I'm super dumb". I finished him of there,and ran to his room to vandalize it. I picked up his prized baseball bat and slammed it into his mirror. "That should teach him well," I thought.
Ever since then, my mom took me to therapy. It's already bad enough that my Daddy died, but he just kept asking about so I kicked him in the shin and walked away while my mom apologized. I could hear him in pain. "What a baby.." I thought. She then walked out of his office and started calling a new therapist. "Great..." I muttered. I now love my therapist because Kelly's father is my therapist and I don't mid him at all!
When I thought everything terrible was over today I got a phone call telling me my mom died. I passed out and woke up with a sticky note on my forehead that said "I'm extremely gullible, don't mind me." All these thoughts ran through my head. John....prank call...mom dead.....John is dead meat.
I ran to my mom's bedroom and she was watching T.V. She saw me and burst into laughter. I ran away to the bathroom crying. I looked in the mirror. My face... it was... covered in marker. All the sudden my big brother, John, emerged quickly from behind the shower curtains. A normal girl would scream, and wash the marker off immediately, but not me. Four words that will stick in my mind forever: I am not normal.
I did scream, but you wouldn't guess what John did. He took the pictures and got on Facebook and was about to post them. In a touch of a button, my face could be shown to the whole world. I didn't want that to happen, so I did the unthinkable. I did nothing. Just stood there, plotting something up. Something very,very innocent. So I could yell at him when he posted the pictures. I would pretend to wash it of like a "normal" girl.Then I would take a picture of my clean face and post it and say he used Photoshop on the photo with the markers. But first I had to do what I would do. A countdown. In 3...2...1...I lunged at his phone and it broke, so no need for plan A. I cleared the area, and as I did that John lunged at me.
I dodged and went to the garage. I got on my bike and went looking for Peach because I hadn't seen him in the house. I couldn't find him, so I went back home and my mom offered to help look. That's when I saw the lights on, and that's why I am here right now. And more important, I am with Kelly. I love her facial features, they're just so pretty. As I look into her eyes I notice something and I scream. Because I am locked up with someone who I don't know at all. That wouldn't be too bad if this person didn't have a knife or gun and wanted to kill me. It's a win-win situation for this girl because either way, my tombstone will be marked with today's date, and I will never see the sun again.
~Hot Cocoa
Then I remembered the light was on. I sat in a corner and tried to fall asleep. Yeah, right. My eyes were peeled open and I had baggy eyes as well, from not getting enough sleep. I just couldn't after everything that has happened, it's like those books from the series The Series of Unfortunate Events. No matter what, terrible events kept occurring.
It started off two years ago when my Daddy died. Then 3 months later, my grandma died of a heart attack. My grades kept decreasing as the grief overcame me. My best friend moved away 4 months after that, and she was the only one who could comfort me. I flunked 5th grade, so my new best friend, Kelly, tutored me.
Then my mom gave me a curfew because she was afraid I would sneak out and run away, because I was considered to need special education. As in the learning for those who can't and don't. I'm stuck with all these people who are dumb. Not that I'm not, I just really think it's unfair. My older brother who uses offensive language often said "Not so fun to be with the dumbos, eh?" So I slapped him, pushed him, and tried to choke him while I said "Yeah, because I have to live with one at home!" I punched him in the stomach and wrote on a sticky note that then said "I passed out because I'm super dumb". I finished him of there,and ran to his room to vandalize it. I picked up his prized baseball bat and slammed it into his mirror. "That should teach him well," I thought.
Ever since then, my mom took me to therapy. It's already bad enough that my Daddy died, but he just kept asking about so I kicked him in the shin and walked away while my mom apologized. I could hear him in pain. "What a baby.." I thought. She then walked out of his office and started calling a new therapist. "Great..." I muttered. I now love my therapist because Kelly's father is my therapist and I don't mid him at all!
When I thought everything terrible was over today I got a phone call telling me my mom died. I passed out and woke up with a sticky note on my forehead that said "I'm extremely gullible, don't mind me." All these thoughts ran through my head. John....prank call...mom dead.....John is dead meat.
I ran to my mom's bedroom and she was watching T.V. She saw me and burst into laughter. I ran away to the bathroom crying. I looked in the mirror. My face... it was... covered in marker. All the sudden my big brother, John, emerged quickly from behind the shower curtains. A normal girl would scream, and wash the marker off immediately, but not me. Four words that will stick in my mind forever: I am not normal.
I did scream, but you wouldn't guess what John did. He took the pictures and got on Facebook and was about to post them. In a touch of a button, my face could be shown to the whole world. I didn't want that to happen, so I did the unthinkable. I did nothing. Just stood there, plotting something up. Something very,very innocent. So I could yell at him when he posted the pictures. I would pretend to wash it of like a "normal" girl.Then I would take a picture of my clean face and post it and say he used Photoshop on the photo with the markers. But first I had to do what I would do. A countdown. In 3...2...1...I lunged at his phone and it broke, so no need for plan A. I cleared the area, and as I did that John lunged at me.
I dodged and went to the garage. I got on my bike and went looking for Peach because I hadn't seen him in the house. I couldn't find him, so I went back home and my mom offered to help look. That's when I saw the lights on, and that's why I am here right now. And more important, I am with Kelly. I love her facial features, they're just so pretty. As I look into her eyes I notice something and I scream. Because I am locked up with someone who I don't know at all. That wouldn't be too bad if this person didn't have a knife or gun and wanted to kill me. It's a win-win situation for this girl because either way, my tombstone will be marked with today's date, and I will never see the sun again.
~Hot Cocoa
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