She's an Angel

the beggining of my ever lasting, horror story.

My mom had a thing for telling us how terrible her life was, obviously comparing mine to hers. It got annoying but i never walked away, i always listened.

"So where did you live when you were in college?" My little sister, sitting next to me asked. She was always intrigued by what she had to say because she had an innocent mind. She really had no idea the competition my mother was putting up against us.

"I moved around. I lived in tennessee but soon after i came back to kentucky because i missed family." Olivia huffed, obviously mom didn't give her the response she was looking for.

"Where did you stay?" More questions came from the same little person.

"Oh, i stayed in...uh...i think, the upstairs part of apartment 14, on mockery street." Ah. The complex next to the gas station, cool, i thought.

Olivia shook her head in agreement, that was the answer she was looking for. Mom continued talking about her life and how she took everything for granted and how she wishes she could go back and be grateful for what she had. Unfortunately for her that's just not how it works, huh?

"Anyways. You girls have school tomorrow, are you nervous?" Right. First day of school, fun. Our schedules came in today and i have no classes with anyone i know which is perfect for me. And open house is tonight, so hopefully i'll see some people there and figure out a few classes i have with them.

"Yeah, it's my first day of middle school. I'm scared people are gonna be rude." Olivia said again.

Mom gave her advice on how they'll be nice since she's pretty and talented. Bullshit.

She's pretty, sure, and talented. But unfortunately for her that will only make her life there more miserable, or in my case it did. I got homeschooled five days into 6th grade.

It's my sophomore year. So it's just kind of a replay of last year. Last year was okay, nothing really happened but.

My mom told us to get our clothes on for open house, but i didn't change. I just stayed in my regular. Sweats and a Tee. I don't expect anything crazy to happen while i'm there so what's the point in dressing out for it?

Liv always dressed out for things, mom praised her for that because i never cared growing up. She still thinks i'm gay.

Not gay just not interested in getting in relationships that will last a few weeks. I don't see a point in them. I get it, i guess, the feeling of being with someone makes you happy but for others like me, i find happiness in being alone. Everyone also thinks i'm depressed.

Nope. Just an introvert, surrounded by extroverts.

I checked the time, 4:33. We live 30 minutes away from the school and open house starts at 5. So i sat on the couch and waited for my family to get ready.

"Haley are you ready?" My mom called from inside her bedroom, her muffled voice caused by her pulling a shirt over head. This might be her 30th outfit.

"Yes, of course." I'm always ready before them, unless it's school days. Then i take a little bit more time to get ready.

Just because i don't hold a standard to myself over open house doesn't mean i won't on school days. I feel good when i look good.

I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through my dry snapchat, looking at peoples stories, trying to figure out if i have classes with anyone, i cant lie about being nervous. I haven't been to school in 3 months. It's not gonna be that easy for me to go back.

"Alright let's go, go, go" my mom said rushing out of her room like i hadn't been sitting here for hours waiting for her to do her best makeup look so that moms will look at her and think, 'what a good mom'.

I hate how she tries to impress everyone but her own.

I made my way to the car, slowly. I don't see a point in rushing now.

- 2 hours later (i didn't feel like writing about the open house because it was boring and i hated it) -

We finally made it back home. Open house was boring, so boring. We did a walkthrough thing where we pretended it was a school day but we were only there for 5 minutes.

I wanted to die the entire time, figuratively speaking.

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Hey. This book is a true story, it's actually the story about how i met my twin flame and it is extremely interesting. It may be all over the place but this day was August 11, 2021. And this was literally the beginning of my horror story/twin flame story.

It's a horror story in some ways because a lot of messed up things happen. But it's all true, every single bit of it! Please keep reading. I think you'll enjoy it.