Echoes of Chaos [CIC book 1]

prologue

My parents were never inlove. As I grew older, I wondered and questioned why on earth two people who hated each other's presence, would get married and have children together. Why would they put up with years of unhappiness and torment and... Chaos?
       
        My family was not your typical happy, lovely family. My mother was a troublemaker and my father was a short tempered lion (a nickname me and my siblings came up with because of how deep and scary his voice was and how his yelling was oh so similar to a lion roaring).  My siblings, Uwana and Nnenna, they were characters I'll tell you. One was far too dramatic, the other far too weird. But who was I to call someone weird when basically everything about me was odd, off-centered, and eccentric.
       
       
        Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was different from everyone else around me. Especially my siblings.
       
         I was far more reserved than them, and in the words of my family and everyone else whom had met me, too distant, too quiet, too clumsy, too strange, too dull, too- basically everything bad and boring you could find in the dictionary. My family never failed to point it out, putting me to shame, and often forcing me to come out of my comfort zone so I could act like every other kid they knew. Every other normal kid. The ones who didn't talk and act like they had no brain and heart and joy in them.
       
        They had no idea how hard it was for me to socialize. How hard it was for me to share my feelings. How hard it was for me to try and fit in. They never cared about how I felt about anything, all they cared about was covering up the fact that their child/niece is a total weirdo.
       
        When I was thirteen, my mother suggested they take me to a therapist. I was in my early teen years, I barely had a single friend and I honestly just wanted solitude, but my family always took it as me being depressed. I wasn't though. I wasn't depressed. What was there to be depressed about? The fact that none of my mates wanted anything to do with me? The fact that I was failing most of my classes in Jss1? The easiest year in secondary school ever? The fact that almost all my teachers disliked me because I was too dull?
       
        Now, those things hurt me, but it wasn't something to be depressed about. I'd spent my whole life being treated like the weird child and I was used to it all. I'd rather live my life in ignorance than dwell on things that I couldn't change.
       
        Ignorance is bliss, my dear readers.