Not like every girl

Start of my life

This is a classic tale of the, "not like every girl" high school student and "teen wolf/edward wannabe bad boy."

BEEP BEEP BEEP i wake to hear my annoying alarm blasting in my ear by my bed and slam my hand onto the device but of course i cant even press the button to turn it off because my hands are so tiny and fragile and i am so weak. I end up breaking three fingers trying to turn my alarm off but faled so just threw it out the window.

*sigh* if only i wasnt so weak and helpless. I mean i am only 2'8 with arms and legs the width of two nickels. The only thing i really have going for me is my 7ft long curly but straight golden locks of shimmering blonde waves that fall in straight pillars and my magenta red purple sometimes brown or green when i am upset glossy orbs. I can never tell what color they are because no matter what they will change depending on my mood, the weather, the cars going by or how i shower. It is such a hassle being me.

I finally decided to sit up and bed and throw my covers off and jump onto the floor but ended up tripping and caving my skull in on the bed side table because it was such a long way down. Why do i have to be so short and weak uwu.

Suddenly i hear banging on my door and soon after my door shoots off the hinges hitting me straight in the uterus.  I look up to see who it was but i already knew. My abusive 89 year old grandmother twiced removed. I have been living with her before i was born due to my mother, brother, father, hamster, neighbors boyfriend and aunt dying in a car crash on the grand cayan.

"GET YOUR WHORE ASS UP AND GET TO SCHOOL! I am not waiting all damn day for you. And fix that damn door. Maybe if you answered it fast enough you would not have gotten hit." i struggle to sit up and cast my eyes downward, "yy-y-y-y-y-es -yes g-g-g-g-grandmother." i crawl out from underneath the door and to my closet. i set my eyes on a simple pull over black hoodie and black leggings. i stand in front of my mirror and throw up my golden wavy curly straight hair in a messy bun on top of my head. Why bother putting makeup on? i cant be bothered. its not like im the other girls.. i have always been different. even in the womb i knew.

i ran down the stairs falling down the last 15 breaking both of my ankles and pulling my calf muscle. i stand up and sighed. why am i always so clumsy? as i walk out the door my grandmother decides to throw a glass mug at head. "GOOD! FINALLY YOU DO SOMETHING RIGHT AND LEAVE."     i roll my eyes and smile. she may not be the bets family member but she is all i got. I wonder how school will be today? I set out on my 15 miles journey to the hell i know as Satire High.

*Authors note*

Alright guys this is chapter one. I really hope you enjoyed my work and I am focusing on writing another chapter right away. Let me know what you want to see in the next chapters and I will try my best to make that happen. So far my favorite part is the door. Have a wonderful day y'all!