The Outcast

     Everyday is like a nightmare that keeps being re-lived over and over and over. Not one day is just a normal day. There is never laughing or joking around with friends. The days are more like crying and kids making jokes towards me. I am that one kid that sits alone in the back of the room. I am that one kid that never talks, not even when I am called on. People see me walk down the hallway, like I am the kid that just got out of juvi or prison. I am the butt of all jokes now a days. 

     I mean I guess riding a customized all black Ninja bike isn't really a cool thing to do. I mean when all the other kids drive F-150's or some old beat up truck. I think driving a vehicle that can hit 200 mph is way better then one that cant even hit 80 mph. I guess these country folks dont like speed. Another thing that throws people for a loop is that I am a teenage girl. So, I am that girl that is the opposite of all these country sweethearts that wear little sun dresses and heels.

     I am the girl that wears skinny jeans and band t-shirts with cargo boots, and a vintage leather jacket. People couldnt catch me dead wearing a sun dress with heels to school. In this town I stick out like a black sheep in the middle of a field surrounded by goats.

     The only reason I stick out is because  I am not originally from here. I am from Portland. The only reason I am down here is because my mom couldnt handle me anymore, so she sent me to go live with my loving father that abondened me when I was 10. My mom thought a new scenery would be helpful for me. She thought moving me across the country would change me. She could of sent me to New York to go live with my aunt, but no that would corrupt me even more. The next best place would be some town in South Carolina, that i have yet to figure out the name of.

     My mom sent me here right after I finished my sophmore year of highschool. I litteraly walked outside my school got on my bike and drive for 3 days straight. The only times I ever stopped was to  eat , sleep, and go to the bathroom. My wonderful mother had already shipped all my stuff to my dads house. He wanted me to leave my bike at my dads house, but there was no way I was going to leave my pride and joy thousands of miles aways from me. When I pulled into my dads drive way his face was priceless. He thought my pride and joy was a car or something. well he was mistaken because my pride and joy is my bike.

     when i pulled into my dads driveway and got off my bike the first thing he ever said to me in six years would make me laugh.

"Charli give me those keys to that death trap."

"Well you must be joking because I dont have to give you anything. You havent been in my life for six years, so dont act like the fatherly figure you could of been for all these years."

"Charli I am your father, so give me those keys."

"Over my dead body 'dad."

     At that moment I just walked away down the street. I didnt know where I was going. I just wanted to walk. I have been on a bike for three days except for a couple hours. It feels good to get up and moving around for more than ten minutes. There was no houses for miles around. All there was was land. Just fields of cotton and corn. I walked on this road for about two hours one way and two hours back. Not one car passed me for those four hours. Thats when i realised that my mom moved me to mans land. There was no service for my phone, no anything.

     By the time i got home the sun was setting on the horizon. The one thing i know about this place is that the sunset was amazing. The sunset reminded me of home, well my old home now. I missed all my friends that I had. When I was thinking of my friends I got this hard feeling in my stomach. For some reason I knew I wouldnt fit in here. Now its time to start my whole life over again. Time to get new friends and time to feel like an outcast till my senior year. 

     When I walked inside this old two story white farm house that had a wrapped around front porch, and a red front door. It was the typical farm house that you would see in one of those Home and Garden magazines. I hated it, it was so picture perfect that I almost wanted me to throw up. While i was looking around the inside of the house I realized it looked so cozy. There was a huge sectional couch, that looked brand new, that was facing a fireplace. Then I noticed that my dad was sitting on the couch staring into the fireplace as if something is gonna jump out and kill him. I knew he knew I was standing at the door because he turned his head and looked straight at me. I was prepared for a lecture or him to yell at me, but i wasnt expecting him to not say one word. His stare was like he was looking straight through me, it kind of freaked me out.