Love By The Moonlight // A "Who Made Me A Princess" Fanfiction

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In this world, a perfect life is a need for your relatives. No matter what you do, they'll look at you and talk behind you and even with you knowing.

"Oh, you have an 87 on math. Look at --, she got a line of 9. Try to be like her, idiot."

I'm sorry, I'll make sure to not do it again.

"UGH, WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS GET ON MY BAD SIDE?! -- IS EVEN BETTER THAN YOU!"

I'm sorry, I'll do my best to not make you mad.

"Don't you think you need a diet? You're so fat, do you want to be like those you see on T.V who are fat and don't do exercise at all?"

I'm sorry, I'll make a diet plan right away.

"You look so ugly, look at your friends, they all look pretty."

I'm sorry, I'll make sure to know how to put on make-up.

"Why can't you be like --?! She's so kind and pretty, unlike you!"

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They'll compare you to other people your age or even sometimes to other people you don't know who's successful in life. They want to take control of your life. You'll be in the shadow of the person you were always compared to and you can't even outshine them.

To avoid being compared to, you have to be at least perfect. Hm? Did you ask why?
Because that's how the world is.

The world isn't just a colorful and lovely place. It lies a dark and toxic society.

I'm one of them. I'm one of the people being compared to someone. My parents and friends may be here to support me, but the negativity just can't go.

"Athanasia!~ Honey! It's breakfast time!" A gentle voice came from the dining room.

"I'm coming, Mom! Please wait for a while!" I said with a taut voice.

Yes, my name is indeed Athanasia De Alger Obelia. A 15-year-old girl living with my loving parents. You must be wondering why I said I was being compared to if I have loving parents.

That's because it's not them nor my friends, it's my relatives and unknown people. Absurd, am I right?

I mean, I know I shouldn't get their words into me, but i'm scared. My mom said to not think about it even though it's hard just goes through my head.

Ugh. This is annoying. I don't want to go to school, but I don't want to say that out loud to Mom and Dad. They did so much, yet...ugh...how ungrateful of me.

Maybe if I hang out with Ezekiel, they won't talk about me? Ah no, that's a bad idea. He's popular, I'm sure he's got many secret admirers. They might even go to the point, bully me more. I bet they wouldn't care even if I were the daughter of the principal or founder of the school or they will run their mouths in front of me and say such terrible things.

"Athy!" Said by a disembodied.

"Coming!" I slapped my cheeks to make myself less sleepy.

As I came downstairs, I saw my parents waiting for me and still hasn't touched anything yet.

"Good morning, Mom and Dad!" I said with a silvery voice as I walked up to them to hug them.

"Good morning, sweetie." Soft-spoken by my mom and kissed me on the cheek.