Polyvore Life

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I'm fifteen years old, and I'm alone.....

I have my Mother, sure.... but what's the point when you don't feel like you can be yourself around her? What kinda Mother is that? Not a good one if you ask me! I don't have anyone else besides her though. 

Since it's just my Mother and I, we never have to worry about money. There's more than enough to support the both of us. And each month she gives me enough money in a credit card for me to buy a continent! But I try not to spend it on stupid stuff! Except clothes... you can never go wrong with too many clothes!

So with all the clothes I got, I try and mix it up and show myself each and everyday at school! Before eighth grade, I had no fashion sense. I had just picked what I liked and wore it. But, the starting of eighth grade changed it all....

Over the summer I wanted to change, so I watched a lot of fashion shows and what not's like that. And finally the day before eighth grade I found my self qualified to shop for my back to school clothes and not look like a freak. To look like I actually WANT to make friends and fit in.

A new dress, jewerly, shoes, and accessories later, I was all niced up for the new school year!

I had walked in the front doors of my middle school, head held high and struting what I had became. Mind you I had not put on any make-up or had done my hair all nice and special. Just my make-up free pale-white-freckled-face, straight black hair, and unexperienced violet eyes!

I got my schuale and locker combo, and set off. While looking for my first period class, I caught a couple stares. Feeling proud of myself for finally being someone worth staring at. I hadn't realized the snickers or the plotting of my demise. Too bad my heels and head were too high to see it.....

I found my first period class and walked in and sat down. Waiting for the class to begin I looked around the class. I saw a couple people I recognize, but they all laughed at me before so I ignored them. Finally, the bell rang and the teacher started taking role. After a few names I was called "Delany Cooper?"

In the most proud voice I could muster, I said "Here!" That's when they laughed......

Everyone in the classed laughed and laughed. One girl, Penelope Ray, was laughing the loudest. What broke my soul and spirit the most is what she said. "Is she seriously TRYING to look pretty? She's a fat idiot with no fashion sense. I'm pretty sure that she f**ked every guy in sight this summer, the little w***e!"

I couldn't believe my ears! I've never considered myself fat before, but now that she had said that. I had noticed that roll of fat on my stomach when I sat down. And last year I had noticed my test scores weren't 100%'s, I guess I am an idiot. I am wearing pretty tall heels and a short dress..... maybe I am a slut? I've never had sex, but you don't have to have sex to be a slut, right?

But what got me crying the most, was the fashion sense thing. I really tried to make a good impression, I really tried to look like what they wanted, I guess that wasn't enough.

I had picked up my stuff and ran from the room, leaving the hateful stares and the laughing people. I didn't care my feet were hurting, the pain felt good, I didn't care the tears that streamed down my face. I didn't care when the principal yelled for me to come back. I didn't care when I ran into traffic. Or when I was hit at full speed.

I didn't care when my world went black.......