Hey guys it's me KhopePanda! Just so you know my name is pronounced K-hope Panda. Lolz. This is my first story and comment below just tell me errors/mistakes. Well I hope you guys enjoy!
I have never been the type of a girl to be noticed. The type of girl to be ever asked out. But I am a girl who always got bullied and teased. Sometimes I act like someone I'm not just to hang out with people. But that never works.
When I walk threw the hallways kids are always staring at me, giving me looks of despise. I bet you never felt this way. I've been treated like this ever since elementary school and I want to tell you about the life of a wimp. Just so you know why you shouldn't treat others this way. Even not to feel this way.
My name is Penelope Raven. People know me as the "Penelopale". As you can see in my nickname I'm pale. I have short jet black silky hair, and dark brown eyes. I attend the most worst school in the whole entire world, "Turion Middle School". Most of the students there are the most hateful, selfish, and meanest people I've ever met. And a tiny group of students that are most loving, caring, and kind people I have ever met. They actually treat me with respect and care, like how a person, or friend is suppose to be like. Those friends are Kameron Turner and Holly Beckerson. The most two important girls in my life.
Over the Phone
Kameron- Hey, Penelope. Do you think we can have sleepover tonight?
Me- Maybe. I don't think it's ok with my mom. You know her. She's really strict and stern.
Kameron- Oh yah, I remember the last time I went there.
Me- Just like it was yesterday...... LOL
Kameron- Ha Ha, my favorite part was when she got the news paper, rolled it, and started whacking your older brother.
Me- LFMAO! Well gtg my mom's yelling again xoxo girl
Kameron- Like always. TTYL girl xoxo
Reality
"Penelope Susie Raven, get your butt downstairs right now!", my mom is probably going to accuse me of something again. It happens all the time. "What happened mom?", "What happened!? What do you mean what happened? Look at your backpack! Why is this thing filled with rubbish!", "What are you talking...... CRAP! Mom I swear to god it wasn't my fault.", "Of course it is your fault! Even if someone else did it, it's still your fault.", "But mom I didn't even do anything to it.", "If you're the one in charge of your backpack then it's your fault for getting it messy.", "This is stupid mom I'm going to my room.", "Don't turn your back on me missy! Get back here right now!" This argument is to stupid to be talked about. As I was walking upstairs to go to my room my mom kept on screaming at me. I don't understand how this is such a big deal. It's just a lame old backpack. Aren't I right?
I slammed the door behind me, and jumped on my bed. While laying on my here, I think of all the things that happened in my past. I looked around my room to see what has changed about me, my life. I walked up to the mirror in my room and looked at myself. "Penelope......" I was holding back the tears in my eyes. One slid out. The tear ran down my cheek, following the alignment of my chin, then it fell onto my gray cardigan. My sweater absorbed the tear from my eye. "Stop it Penelope. I said STOP!" Then more tears scurried out. "Why am I even talking to myself. Oh yeah that's right, I'm a loner." I know sobbing isn't the answer to everything, it's the only thing I could do. No one in this household cares about me! All those movies with the moms' that care for everyone, cheers up her children, and bakes pies, are all lies! All of them are lies. All moms' have a dark side, and my mom uses it on me all the time! If she only knew the life of victim, she would have treated me different! But like some people say, "What goes around, Comes around."
