Stop It Now

Chapter One

My name is Camilla Grace Jenkins.

What do my friends call me? I can't answer that question. Want to know why?

I don't have any friends.

I live in Washington D.C. with my parents and my two siblings. I have two older ones, my older brother Lucas, and older sister Margaret. When my two siblings had been born, my parents had been overjoyed: they had always wanted a set of children, a boy and a girl. But I was what you'd call a mistake. My parents had never intended to have me. Guess what? I'm a mistake, people. I was born accidentally, I was created because my parents were too careless to care. I'm not supposed to be here.

So my parents always treated me unfairly. When I was ten, I found out that I had cancer, osteosarcoma, to be more exact. It was bone cancer, and it was spreading through my right leg. My parents apparently had thought me as extremely annoying and tiresome due to the fact that there was something wrong with my bones. When I was thirteen, my right leg was removed and I got a fake one. No one at school knew about that. Trust me, if they did, I would have pitched myself out of a ten story window.

I'm fifteen now and so far, I'm in remission. That's a good thing, but I never know when my cancer is suddenly going to decide to come back. My parents are always giving me subtle hints about how annoying my cancer is to them, and how I should be so grateful, blah blah, because they brought me to hospitals, etc. I owe my life to them! Whenever they get like that, I become silent, and my dad gets pissed at me for not already licking his big fat ass, and he beats me up. That's right, he beats me up. My mother, however, does not believe that I'm worthy of so much attention, that my "poor father" has to wear out his energy to give me a good kick. And then there's the case with Lucas and Margaret: they are constantly rolling their eyes at me. Margaret is sixteen and Lucas is seventeen, and both of them have decided they want to live at home when they go to college. My parents are totally thrilled about that! They're ready to take care of them even if they're already eighteen! About bringing me to the hospital, however, for a life-endangering cancer? Newsflash! Not so much!

There's nothing much in the world for me to continue living for. At school, I'm constantly getting into trouble: I try to talk to people, and they bully me in return, then tell the teachers that I was annoying them. Then the teachers fetch me and say, "It's not really their fault, you know, though, because you are really annoying." I'm just trying to make friends! Am I that disgusting of a person? God give me strength, maybe I am!

So here you go. So far, you know a little about me. But now I'm going to give you a list of ten things that will explain myself way better than all of the above, according to other people:

1. I'm disgusting.

2. I'm annoying.

3. I'm a bitch.

4. I'm a baby.

5. I'm worthless.

6. I'm an idiot.

7. I'm a slut.

8. I'm an asshole.

9. I'm widely hated.

10. Maybe I should just kill myself.

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So here you go everybody, my first chapter in Stop It Now. Continue reading, and comment. For this story, I'm not really looking for votes, though my works can really be helped by a couple more, but the purpose of this one is simply for you to read it and stop bullying. Comment, though. That's going to help me a lot.

---Lucia999pages