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1. My Story

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1. My Story

So, hi.

I should probably start by introducing myself, shouldn't I?

Well hi, hello, bonjour, guten tag, hola, I'm Emily. Emily Smith. Such an ordinary name isn't it?

Sometimes I wish my parents could've been a bit more imaginative. Maybe like Victoria, Hope, Skylar, Taylor, Darcy.

Something a bit more cool, quirky even.

I'm rambling. Another thing I do fairly often. Whenever I meet someone new, I word vomit, majorly; most of the time I think I scare them off. Actually, all the time. See I'm doing it again.

Right, so my name is Emily Smith, as you now very clearly know. I live in London, the outskirts, a small area, called Kingston-on-sea. My birthday is on the 1st of January, 1997 so I'm 17 years old, and am in my last year of high school, Kingston High, which I'm very happy about to be honest.

Extremely happy. I hate school. Absolutely hate it. Everything about it makes me want to curl up into a ball and cry.

It's not even the fact that I'm not good at school, or I'm not doing well. Because I am, I'm in top sets for everything.

It's more the fact that I get bullied every day. Not physical bullying, usually it's just verbal. I don't think people quite understand what it's like.

Let me explain.

It's like getting physically kicked and punched until you're bruised, right at your heart. Every last word, seeping into your body. You can never forget anything they say, never. It stays with you forever.

It's not just one person either; it's a group of people. You may have heard of them, "The Populars'", as they're commonly stereotyped. The leaders, everyone just follows them, they start and get everyone to follow, like animals. They make it look so easy. Sometimes too easy.

They don't understand, no one does.

In addition to this, I have no friends. None at all. Never really have, only a few. So whenever there's people I don't know, I tend to not talk to them, as I don't really know how to make friends as I've never had many.

Actually come to think of it, I was sort of friends with this one girl when we all first started in year 7, but a few days later; she ditched me for someone else. The someone else was a "popular". Never really spoken to her since. It's her loss, not mine. I also had another friend called... Actually, I'll tell you about him later.

Enough of school, its giving me a headache just thinking about it.

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Some random facts about me.

I live in our family house, that I've lived in all my life with my older brother. My older brother's called Harry, he's 21 years old and is a fulltime lifeguard and occasionally busks, for a bit of extra money. He's such a good musician, singing and instrument wise. He is also my legal guardian.

Right now I know what you're thinking. What, how, why is your brother your legal guardian. No, he's not my Dad. That'd be so weird. And it's illegal and would be incest.

My parents are dead.

They died in a house fire 2 years ago, which we were all in. The memory is so raw.

There was a power cut, so we had candles around the house, so we could see. Dad rang up the electric company to ask when we'd get it back; they said the very latest would be in the morning, so we were stuck for the night.