Piggy's story

Piggy's life

Hi..... My name is Cardy Millton. In middle school I often. When I was younger I often got told stories how everyone was a bright star just floating in the abyss of the sky that is so so far above us. I never truly believe that story though. From a young age I wasn't very popular. I didn't have a lot of friends...But its not like I wanted them anyways. Friends are nice or kind or know me or like me or anything. They just want me to be their maid and at their side for everything although they don't need me. They just want me there for some reason in which I still do not know. I had one friend. His name was Alexander. He wasn't the nicest of the bunch but at the time he was all I had. I was lonely and felt like nobody wanted me. I was the outsider. The noob. The person who everyone either didn't know or hated. I went through middle school and continued to Jr. High. I thought Jr. High would be the first time I could truly be myself and feel accepted for it. Though that was not the case. Through this time period I started to get bullied. Apparently, they thought I was fat. I ate healthy, just one soda and piece a candy a day. That's normal isn't it? No? Well I guess not... But hey what's wrong with being a little chubby? RIGHT? Who doesn't have their downfall or shadowed perspective of someone else? This bullying though... It was something different from which I heard in fairy tails and dramas. It felt strange to me. I never truly thought that I would be the subject of this hatred from people who in the beginning I had once believed they were my friends. The thing that surprised me most was that the rumors, the guilty for my body, the hatred, the lack of respect, and the milk (ugh the awful milk) would be the cause of my own best friend, Alexander. One day, I was minding my own business when Alexander had walked up to me. Now you see this was nothing unusual. We were friends after all. Though that day something felt different.... Something felt wrong. I don't know why but I woke up that day with a feeling that something unshakable. Something horrific would happen to me. I went into the kitchen. My aunt was sitting there on the kitchen table drinking her normal jug of coffee before she had a long day at the hospital. She was a nurse but aspiring to a be a doctor someday. She tried her best to take care of me, but she almost never was home. After all being a nurse at the most pristine hospital did not help. But it didn't bother me much though. I said good mourning to her and went on my way. It was 7:45 am. This was about an hour and a half before school. I had decided that I was going to go visit my mother. I road my bike to the graveyard. After letting out a loud side. I got off my bike and put it next the gate of the graveyard. Luckily the gardener left me a key under a rock next to the graveyard since I visited there often. I opened up the gate and walked inside. Next to a somewhat small blossom tree, which was blooming now since it is spring. Were two graves. One was for my mother and one was for my grandfather. I sat down in between the two graves and started talking out loud to them. Its not like anyone would hear me anyways. Nobody usually goes to this grave let alone even know about it. This gravesite was not to big and not to many people were buried here. I put my head slightly up in the air. I could hear the sweet songs of the birds doing their mourning songs and I could feel a slight wave a air flow past me. It was rather chilly this day, so I decided to get on my jacket. In the breeze you could almost smell the slight scent of chocolate cookies and warm apple baked pie. This too felt normal. One of the people who lived near the graveyard love to bake especially now, early in the mourning. After talking to my grandfather, who had took care of me for about 1 year and 3 month after my Mom passed. Me and him had a very strong connection together. We often sat outside on the patio in our backyard and thought of the good days and when my mother was still alive. It was nice. To feel the cool summer breeze passing by us the hot summer day. It was calm and peaceful in so many ways. Although I never forgot about how my mother was gone and how my father still had not been found. I didn't worry much about it. It was almost too calm and relaxing to even try and think about it. I had almost accepted the fact that they were gone and would never come back and be alive with me. Or to be able to fully embrace myself in their arms and give them a big hug. Those were the good days indeed, but that time has passed now and I must accept that this is the way my life is now. I quickly got up from the grave and made my way to school. I saw that my bike was gone.... It wasn't anywhere close from where I put it and I couldn't see it anywhere. I realized now though that I simply did not have enough time to go look for it. I would be late for school if I did. So, I quickly set off by foot to my school. I would run but if I did my asthma would act out again and so I didn't want to take any chances. Since, the last asthma attack I had was so brutal and I could have died. I always had my inhaler in my backpack but that too had been stolen with my choice. I had no choice but to try and get to school as fast as I could with nothing but my dirty uniform and my glasses. I got to school and went to my locker. Alexander came by and said something mean to me and started calling me piggy. The whole school must have heard they all started bursting out in laughter I felt so embarrassed.

To be continued in the book LORD OF THE FLIES,

THANK YOU! I just wanted to say thank you guys so much for reading this. This was actually a story I had written for my 9th grade English 1 CPX class. So I truly hope you enjoyed it. I think my class had so I gathered up the courage so all my hard work won't go to waste now that I am a sophomore. Also if somehow you found this. Shout out to Mr. Walter. Bro, I swear you were the best English teacher I have had in a long time. So truly, thank you for that. Though the chance of you finding this is very slim but still. If somehow you do find this then yes this is my Wattpad account. Yes, I like to write sometimes. Also yes I am an Anime Simp sometimes lol. Anyways, peace broskies and thanks for reading.