The Lonely Girl

The shy girl

I was walking in the halls of my school, head down, hair in a bun, never would look at people in the eyes. It's how I've always been. I was always shy. There was never a time I would talk to any I my teachers. I never really ever wanted to. My parents never forced me to talk to anyone. They just let me be myself. 

I'm the shy girl. You know, the one that never goes to parties, or have fun. It's not like my parents are strict or anything really. I just have never been into that kind of thing. I read books whenever I can, which is pretty much everyday. I never like to be in groups, heck i don't even have any friends. None of that bothers me though. I like it that way. Nothing ever happens to me that's really exciting. And to me, that's okay.

My mom was the popular girl in school, so she wonder why I am the way i am. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's done a lot for me to try to get people to like me. It's just not that, i don't want to be noticed. I don't want to known. I like who I am. My mom has colored my hair beautifully and has gotten me every single acne cream to help my acne so i never had zits or pimples. She even let me get a tattoo on my side. It's of a dream catcher. I picked it out because i love dream catchers. Whenever i'm sad, i just look at the collection of dream catchers that i hang all over my room. 

Everyone tells me that i'm very beautiful and I could pass for a model. But that's just not me. I'm not the pretty model. I really am not. I'm the girl that just likes to just sit and observe. I know everyone and anyone in my Senior class, even though i know that none of them know me. I know who the very popular girls are, and the girls that are bullied and called the outcasts. I was never bullied, no one just never talked to me. I also didn't give anyone a reason to bully me, i mean, not saying people do things to bully me. I guess it's that no one knows enough about me to bully me. 

"Madison?" i heard the teacher say to me. I was in a total daze at my locker. Mrs. Richie looked at me with sad eyes, "Are you okay sweetie?" 

I nodded and just quietly grabbed my books, closed my locker and walked to class. I sat in the very book, put in my headphones, and read my book. That's pretty much all i did for the next classes. After school i walked to my mitsubishi eclipse in the parking lot at shcool and started my car. I drove about 10 minutes until i was finally at my house.

My house was nothing special really. It was just a two story white house with fence and red door. I parked in my parking spot and walked into my house. 

"Madison! Darling, how was school?" My mom asked pulling brownies from the oven. She's a stay at home mom. She used to have a job, but ever since she divorced my dad and got with my step dad Kevin, she's never had to work since he owned his own construction company and made a lot of money. Which is all my mom needs to survive in this world.

"Hey mom, It was fine." i said, and grabbed a brownie to take to my room. 

"Bye sweetie!" she said after me as i walked up the stairs to my room. 

My sister Kate was jamming to her pop music in her room, which is across from my room. She's the complete opossite as me. Which is kind of odd, since she's my twin. We are supposed to be identical twins, but her hair is a cherry red and she's absolutley gorgeous. She looks the exact opposite as me, and so many people at school don't know we're sisters. Mainly because she changed her name along with mom and i decided to keep mine. Madison Rivers. 

"Madison! You never say shit in school girl. Why?" She asked as she saw me walking past her door. I just shrugged and opened my bedroom door. 

"You know, humans talk to socialize! It's the new thing now days, you should try it!" She shouted as i closed my door on her. 

I never really had a care in anything my siister would tell me. She would try to make conversation with me but it would just get boring and I wouldn't want to talk to her about it. She would always talk about nails, fashion, her latest prada bag. While there's me who just, you know, sits there and listens, not giving a care in the world on what she's saying. 

My room is the thing that relaxes me. It's full of dream catchers. I spent a about a whole day counting all the dreamcatchers to about 87. My mom buys me one everytime either i see it and pick it out, or if she's out by herself and thinks i'll like it. I think she likes buying me them because she knows it's something i really do like. And there aren't many things in this world that i like in particular. 

I layed on my bed and went on my lap top to start typing my book. The Red Sea of Tears. I started this book my freshman year and haven't stopped writing in it. I think it's gotten about 57 chapters in it. Writing books...you can say, are my drug.