Just Another Monster {TWD/Carl Grimes FanFiction}

Chapter 3: Jobs

I wake up to a piercing bright light in my eyes and look at my black alarm clock. It's reads 9:30. I turn to my right side where the light isn't hitting, and decide to lay in bed for a little longer.

I lazily lay in bed for another five minuets, and pull my lacy white comforter and sheets off my body and place my small warm feet on my cream fuzzy rug. I go through some drawers and pull out a nude bra and underwear, dark skinny jeans, a maroon tank top, and a black leather jacket. Is it just me, or am I now realizing that I dress pretty plainly. I place my pistol in the back of my pants. I never leave home without it. I also grab my small kitchen knife and slide it in my left pocket. I put some white socks on inside out because of the stupid uncomfortable seams.

When I start to walk out of the door of my room a very skinny unfamiliar figure stops me. I walk closer to the full length mirror behind the door that is ajar, and open it wider to reveal the mirror behind. I can't remember the last time I looked at myself in the mirror. I've only been in Alexandria for about two and a half weeks, but i still haven't really looked at myself. My appearance doesn't matter all that much to me, but I don't even recognize myself anymore.

I start by examining my eyes. They were a very dark shade of blue. My hair was still the same dirty blonde that it alway was only much longer and very messy. I pick up a brush and start brushing out the little knots in my hair. I never really got knots too often, at least I didn't used to. I put the brush down on the dresser to the left of my closet, and refocus back on my face. I notice that my skin is still the same cool pale color, with yellow undertones. My nose is wise set, but very straight and small. My bottom lip looked pretty plump and almost pouty, while my top lip was thin. I look at my jaw. It looked fairly defined now in comparison to when I was eleven. God did that bring back bad memories...

When I was eleven, I remember that I always looked younger and smaller than everyone else and because of that my "friends" used to make fun of me all the time. I was in a group of friends with three girls named Cameron, Allie, and Jade. Cameron was the leader of the group and ALWAYS bossing people around. Then there was Allie, who was ALWAYS trying to please Cameron, and she acted like her maid or butler or something. Then there was Jade, who was the attention whore. She always tried to replace Allie and become Cameron's "number 2." I was always stuck as number four though. Nothing changed about that.

They used to always tell me to "eat my vegetables" and "don't chew with my mouth closed." They babied me. It was so annoying. It was like an endless game of house.

I specifically remember one day, I went to Cameron's house and we played house with Allie and Jade. They dressed me up in baby-like clothing and put my hair up in ponytails and teased me and called me "baby." They always treated me like I was a lesser being than them, giving themselves first pick for anything, and always leaving me with the crappy stuff. But they ALWAYS gave Cameron first choice, and then came themselves, and then me. It was like Cinderella. Cameron was the evil step mom, and Allie and Jade were the evil step sisters, always fighting with each other. And I was Cinderella, but I never had a Prince Charming come sweep me off my feet and save me from Cameron, Allie, and Jade. I was my own Prince Charming.

Cameron always acted like she knew everything, and that whatever she said was right and amazing, and whatever I said wasn't. And Allie and Jade would just sit there, and nod their heads in approval. I'm pretty sure that they knew Cameron was bullying me, but they didn't want to defy "the great Cameron." God I hated those girls.

After that, I stared to hangout with guys since the girls in my school were total assholes. At first the guys in my school were kinda skeptical, but they warmed up to me quickly. I hung out with mostly guys that liked sports and video games. That's where I found my calling. They didn't care what I looked like, they just accepted me, for me. That's what I truly liked about them.