From Trauma to High School Royalty: My Journey of Self-Discovery and Unrequited Love
My life for the most part of it has been controlled. My parents were not the type to just sit back and watch while I played. No, they put a whole army between the swing set and me. My parents died when I was young. They weren't very nice people, did some awful thing, and in the interim got into debt. To the wrong people. I hide in the closet while the said wrong people beat and killed my parents. I hid there for two days before I came out. I was put into the system and was adopted by the time I reached my 15th year.
When I started my first year of high school, it seemed as if my luck was somewhat changing. This homely person named Fiona, who had two other kids of her own, adopted me. A daughter who was about my age named Sarah and a son who was a year older than I was named Nate. Both were popular in school and I was able to 'get in' with the right crowds. Nate was a Jock and Sarah was the captain of the cheerleading team. I made the volleyball team, co- captain of the basketball team, and made it into FBLA or Future Business Leaders of America.
Sarah treated me like I guess a sister would. We went shopping, we watched movies together while we did facials, we gossiped. On occasion, we would even dress the same. Nate on the other hand acted as if I didn't exist. He ignored me completely. Every time I would walk into a room his in he would turn the other way and walk out. Or at dinner every night, he didn't look at me, didn't even talk to me. It was as if I never came into his life.
Life on the daily front went on as usual. Waking up, showering, eating breakfast, Nate running out and leaving me and since Sarah has cheerleading practice before school and is gone by the time I wake up, I have to walk by my self to school. In school I guess I was just an average girl. I mean like there is nothing special about me. I have an average face. Storm gray eyes. My bottom lip slightly more cushioned then my top lip. Black hair that reaches the top of my ass. Which, by the way, I, personally say I do not have but everyone disagrees, saying I have an amazing as. I'm fair skinned. My breasts are a 38C and I don't have a flat stomach but I don't have pudge either. Its more like baby fat. I call myself chubby, but you can call me what ever you want, I don't care.
Later on during the school year, at THE END
When I started my first year of high school, it seemed as if my luck was somewhat changing. This homely person named Fiona, who had two other kids of her own, adopted me. A daughter who was about my age named Sarah and a son who was a year older than I was named Nate. Both were popular in school and I was able to 'get in' with the right crowds. Nate was a Jock and Sarah was the captain of the cheerleading team. I made the volleyball team, co- captain of the basketball team, and made it into FBLA or Future Business Leaders of America.
Sarah treated me like I guess a sister would. We went shopping, we watched movies together while we did facials, we gossiped. On occasion, we would even dress the same. Nate on the other hand acted as if I didn't exist. He ignored me completely. Every time I would walk into a room his in he would turn the other way and walk out. Or at dinner every night, he didn't look at me, didn't even talk to me. It was as if I never came into his life.
Life on the daily front went on as usual. Waking up, showering, eating breakfast, Nate running out and leaving me and since Sarah has cheerleading practice before school and is gone by the time I wake up, I have to walk by my self to school. In school I guess I was just an average girl. I mean like there is nothing special about me. I have an average face. Storm gray eyes. My bottom lip slightly more cushioned then my top lip. Black hair that reaches the top of my ass. Which, by the way, I, personally say I do not have but everyone disagrees, saying I have an amazing as. I'm fair skinned. My breasts are a 38C and I don't have a flat stomach but I don't have pudge either. Its more like baby fat. I call myself chubby, but you can call me what ever you want, I don't care.
Later on during the school year, at THE END
