chapter 1 (Pain)

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Hola to whoever is reading this. I'm just writing this to get people's opinions on a story I'm currently writing a story called 'Lonely Lune.' No one other than my sister knows that I write in my free time, and everytime I ask her if she likes it she always says yes.

She literally only says 'Yes' and 'I love it.' I would really enjoy some constructive criticism, and sometimes I just feel like she's being biased.

(I'm not posting this story on wattpad btw)

"If they knew what they said would go straight to my head, what would they say instead?"

-Billie Eilish

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Silence, that's all I hear. I see a familiar pair of lips moving, but I can't help but ignore every thing that is being said.

A small tear drop fell from my light brown eyes as I stared into space, not listening to a single word my mother was saying.

If you're wondering what's happening, I'm getting scolded once again for asking my mother if I could be a normal kid for once and go to school.

I have no friends, and I don't talk to anyone else other than my parents. There wasn't one day in my life where I didn't feel lonely, I hate it.

I hate being home schooled, I hate having no friends, and lastly I hate myself for being so sensitive and crying all the damn time.

I have no idea what my mother is saying. But I do know by now that she's done with her scolding and she's probably explaining to me why I shouldn't go to school.

I already know the reason pretty well, but everything that happened is in the past now.

"Lune, are you even listening to me?" My mother asked, quickly snapping me out of my trance. I saw my mother looking at me angrily.

"You were ignoring me again, weren't you?" I looked at my mother silently, not answering her question.

That caused her to get even more angry, she let out a tired sigh while putting a hand on her forehead.

"Go to your room" She ordered. I gave my mother a quick nod, before I wiped the small teardrops that fell furiously from my face.

I got up from the baby blue sofa and walked towards the stairs. A breath I didn't know I was holding in left my dry lips. I went to my room and jumped on my bed, quickly stuffing my face into the cold pillow.

I couldn't stop thinking of a way to convince my mother to send me to an actual school. I want to make friends, I want to join clubs, I want to go to prom, and lastly I want to be a normal teenager for once in my life.

Believe it or not, but I was not always home schooled. My parents decided to home school me in the 5th grade, because I was getting heavily bullied by my pears. They would beat, kick and spit on me everyday. I even got hospitalized once (How cliché right?)

My mother found out about me being bullied that exact same day, and she went ballistic. She demanded for the bullies to get punished, and apologize to me for what they have done.

But sadly, their horrendous acts still went unpunished. According to the principal 'I didn't have any proof I was actually being bullied.'

That was said to me while I was in my hospital bed with a bruised face and broken ribs. That was the day I realized that life isn't fair. Do you want to know that worst part? I was just getting bullied because I had rich parents.

They told me my parents and I don't deserve all the money we have. "I hope your parents go bankrupt" I heard their wicked voices in my head shout.

To this day, I could still hear their mocking laughter as they beat me and spit on me, and I could still very much feel all the hits that I was given.

"Stop" I screamed repeatedly, but no one listened. They continued to laugh and kick me on the ground.

"DIE!" A kid shouted. It happened years ago, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. I have nightmares every night, for years I've felt nothing but pain.

But then again, it's in the past, and I should learn to let it go and live my (non existent) life. I will not allow my bad past to weigh me down........

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Hope you liked it, that's all I have so far. Before I finish it I really wanna make sure that it doesn't sound like a toddler wrote it.

Yeah, that's all!!

Adios 👋🏾

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