What Is Love?

I walked through the hallways pushing defenseless dweebs out of my way with my little possy following behind me. They think I give them misery, they don't know what the meaning of misery even is.

They might go home and cry about there petty lives of how the popular 'Molly Jackson' pushes them around in the hallways, but the truth is misery isn't a word you can just throw around in a sentence. The meaning of misery...would you like a definition?

Well the short version would be My Life, if you need and explanation then allow me to explain, I the girl everyone wishes they could be, the girl with a million friends, the most gorgeous girl in the school, smartest person in my grade, and the girl who every guy wishes to 'get with' has a terrible life FULL of misery.

Well lets start at the beginning when I turned six my dad started to beat me, he still does but it's less often because he travels places for his work. Next my mother died straight after giving birth to me, which means I'm a monster and that I killed my own mother.

After that my only sibling my little sister Paige died when she was 3 and when I was 12. She was my only joy back then, my father beat her to death then he threw her in the road she got ran over by a car and blamed it on the person driving.

I don't have the slightest idea of how he got the police to beleive that the person driving the car did it but he did. It still doesn't change the fact that she is dead. After that when I was 14 I thought I had finally found my true love.

I had just broken up with him last year (I am 16 now) because he had slept with another girl. Now I'm smart and I know that love isn't real, it's not real from boys that you want to date, it's not real even with your parents. or your grandparents.

I now realize that love isn't real, its just something that your parents make up so that you have something that keeps you going in life. No one loves you, people might say that to you but they don't really mean it.

Even if you say it to someone you might believe yourself, but your just lying to yourself you really don't love them, even if you think you do trust me you don't.

Which is why I decided I would make myself THE best. Everyone would love me from now on, or think that anyway, everyone would be jealous of me they would think to themselves 'How does she get the best grades and be THAT pretty at the same time'.

Or if it were a guy 'Man I want to sleep with that chick'.

Back to reality I was pushing all the nerds and the dorks out of my way so that I could get to my class, I have a best friend her name is Sammy. She is the only one who follows me around that I actually care for, and that is because she has the guts to tell me and all other people whats on her mind.

If she thought my outfit was ugly today then she would tell me straight to my face too, and thats what I like about her. We also have all the same classes together so it was pretty impossible for me NOT to get used to her. We headed to our classroom, we walked in late everyone staring at us.

We were the prettiest girls in the entire school so they had every reason to stare. I noticed a new face in the classroom, mostly because it was the only one not looking in my direction It was a boy, I cleared my throat and fixed my hair waiting for him to turn around.

But he didn't he was absorbed in a picture in the back of the classroom of a book called "Perks of being a Wallflower".

The teacher didn't care what I did because my daddy owns this school, he owns many schools he also owns many hotels and well he just owns many things.

I cleared my throat again, waiting for him to turn around. He never did, so I walked up to this strange boys desk, slapped my hand down on his desk. He turned around, immediatly. Wow he was beautiful, he had tan skin and blues eyes.

He was just another boy though, well thats what I thought until he said something that intrigued me.

"Why the hell did you just slap my desk?" I stood there my mouth opened as wide as it could go. When Sammy came to my rescue "Because she can, her daddy owns this school, which means she also owns the chair your sorry ass is sitting in''.

Boy that girl has got spunk, which is why I like her. "Oh yeah? Well don't expect me to come to your every beck an call just because your 'daddy' owns the school" wow this kids got spunk to, I ought to have him join my possy.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Hey everyone I really don't enjoy silent readers XD I mean I'm so glad your reading! but I would love for you to vote or comment its not that hard just click a wee lil' button. Anyway It's ok to speak your mind I LOVE constructive critisism, it helps me adjust my writing into what you guys want and like.