Little Miss Understood

No Fair Wendy!

At times like this I wish I could be a 'Wendy' they always get picked by the most extraordinary guys like Peter Pan and Casper, oh what I would pay to find the love of my life... But like that will ever happen. Instead my mother named me Ryan after her celebrity crush, Ryan Gosling. My parents were both adamant that I was going to be a boy before I was even born, despite doctors telling them otherwise. 

"Ryan, get your butt down here this instant!" The calls from my desperately lazy mother beckon me from downstairs. Before you get ahead of yourself no this is not another Cinderella spin off and no prince charming will not be waiting at the bottom of the stairs with a glass heel, but what do await me are a long list of detentions and a lifetime of groundings.

"What is this?!" My mother half yells, half shrieks

"And what is that?" I query innocently, it's not like I'm going to get away with it but might as well lessen the load.

"You've been given a detention 3 times a week for a month now all from different teachers. What the hell is happening? Why the sudden change in attitude?" She pushes.

I knew this day was coming; the day she found out her little goody two shoes angel was secretly a delinquent. And who's to blame me? My little buddy high school and I have never mixed since day one, our relationships like chocolate and anchovies, Dirt and casserole you get where I'm heading right?

"They provoked me mom. I can't stand it when teachers take the other kids side just because I throw the first punch."

"That's no excuse, In fact that's worse than an excuse!" She spat "What exactly are you getting out of this?"

"I don't know...suspension, maybe even expulsion." I replied seriously. The day I actually enjoy school, would be the day hell freezes over.

"Well, guess what you get the exact opposite." She grins wickedly "I'm giving you a time limit if by the end of this semester you are not improving, I will not hesitate in the slightest to kick you out of this house and cut off your allowance!"

Wow, my mother blackmailing me to go to school never thought I'd see the day. Is it weird that I'm actually loving, this punishment? It's probably the most attention she's given me since scoring a job as a female lead role in some drama no one watches.

"Fine."

"I'm glad you didn't put up more of a fight." She laughed evilly before turning on her heels and walking towards my dad's office. I guess he's home, it's either that or she's snooping around as per usual.

I heaved a sigh before trudging back to my room and crashing onto my king sized bed covered in a white duvet letting out a breath of air as I do so.

I wish I had someone to tell all my problems to, but I being myself doesn't really help the fact that I'm friendless as hell. I did have one friend but I lost her and I could never get her back... I turn on my side and grab out the book I've currently been reading and lose myself in a world that is not my own tragedy.

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Whilst I was reading my book I must've fallen asleep seeing as though the sky's which were once a pale blue have turned into a beautiful black canvas with specks of silver and dark clouds lingering on it.

I sighed in delight as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and placed my book back onto my bedside table. I walked towards my door and headed for the stairs, the smell of food filled my nostrils and my lips suddenly quirked into a broad smile. Hey I may be skinny but I eat like a pig.

"Hey Maria, what's cooking good looking?" I question our housemaid as I rounded the corner that led to the kitchen.

When no one replied, I felt a bit weirded out. She should be in the kitchen. I look around at my surroundings and I could clearly see that the stoves were still ignited and the oven was still on, so where the hell was Maria?

I searched the entire premises for her presence but I couldn't find her in fact I couldn't find anyone. It's as though they all disappeared into thin air. But then again that's humanly impossible...or is it? Nope I'm sure it definitely is impossible. Oh god here you go again Ryan talking to yourself like some crazy person when your entire household has been abandoned, you along with it.

My heart begins to pound in my chest as I run outside, the cold winter air slapping me across the face. I never knew wind could hurt but hell yeah it does. I begin looking both ways before my eye's landed on the empty driveway. Oh god I'm stupid they just went out. I mentally slap myself at my stupidity.

After that was dealt with I looked down at my clothes, which consisted of some short pyjama shorts and an ordinary singlet. And that's when the winter air decides to engulf me. I freeze up like an ice sculpture; I didn't even have any shoes on so I had a big chance of getting frostbite.

I quickly scurried into the house and grabbed my phone sending a text message to Maria asking where she was. Why hadn't I thought of that first before running outside like the idiot I was?

I shivered on the spot whilst standing in front of the heater waiting for Maria's reply and thankfully she did.

I laughed at my overly dramatic nature. Of course I had to be over dramatic, I wouldn't be Ryan Bertier if I weren't. I smiled happily to myself, as I remained planted to my spot next to the heater seeking its warmth. Something grasped my attention in the corner of my eye as I stood there shivering like a cow, it was a mirror that my mother had probably placed perfectly on the wall opposite of me and as I glanced into it I could see my reflection glancing back at me. My skin was a pale white but it was slowly gaining some sort of tan, not a very noticeable one but at least I was darkening from my previous ghostly skin colour. My blonde hair had its own birds nest going on and if I wasn't lazy I would have gone and fixed it but I am lazy so stuff that. My eyes were a dull yet light brown and my lips were thin. But still with all these flaws of mine I still couldn't give a flying fudge about comparing myself to these girls who thought 'perfection' is everything. I'm fine the way I am, even with this horrible boys' name looming over me.

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School's its average torture, but today I actually have to put effort into the classes I'm attending. You hear that me, Ryan Bertier actually trying in class! God this is like the most hilarious thing that's ever happened to me since grade 5 when Stacy Davidson was stuck upside down on a tree branch crying her butt off because she didn't know how to get down.

I sat down in Science, this time I sat at the front instead of the back this earned me a few weird glances from fellow pupils and a very concerned look from my math teacher Mr. Raj. They were looking at me like I had aliens dancing on my head, is it that strange me sitting in the front of the class?

"Morning Mr. Raj" I greeted in the most obnoxious tone. I smiled in his direction as he hesitantly let his lips rise on either side.

"Morning Ryan." He replied taking his seat in the front of the class. The bell rung at the exact moment he sat down. If I wasn't being forced to learn I would have entered 15 minutes after that bell and he really wouldn't have minded, so seeing me in his class early and in the very front row must have been slightly suspicious, he's not alone though I think the whole class was on the same page.

Wow this is going to be a long day, and yet again lucky Wendy didn't have to suffer this kind of torture!

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Hey guys,

This is a bit of an oldie.. I never knew how long it would take for me to find the courage to write this book again, but editing it kind of gave me joy and now i think its time I share it with you guys :)

So, if you enjoyed this chapter please stick around ill be posting daily and also share it around.

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