1:47AM

| 6:00 A.M. |

|×| THIS IS REALLY JUST AN INTRODUCTION SO YEAH |×|
Life isn't really meant to be lived. It's meant to be overcome. Living is like riding a bike, except the difference is if you fall off a bike you get injured. When you fall off of life, you die. And there's no redo's, or jumping back onto the bike. Instead you lie there, cold, limp, and unknowingly pushed into a grave. I never really cared for dead people, and I don't want to. Ever.

I didn't really understand why my father left us until after I turned 15. Which was a few weeks ago. My mom... Well I only just noticed her strange behavior. She was an odd bird but I felt bad for her anyway. That was why I chose to stay, an only child with no real parent but me myself. It was a troublesome job but with my mother being the town psycho I really had no choice.

I stood in front of my mirror, since I hadn't anything else to do. My red board shorts rode up on my thighs, and my black tank top was lifted just a bit for my little stomach to show through. I didn't have the greatest figure. My stomach wasn't super flat, but I also wasn't fat. My hips were a strange size, and my chubbiness popped out every time I had jeans on. Although I wasn't one of those insecure girls who cared about that. I liked my figure no matter what. A sigh lifted from my lungs as I looked at my body, my imperfect body. I loved it. And I kept telling myself that.  Because I knew, with this being my very first day of school EVER I was bound to be pushed around. Oh well, it was their loss for not knowing who I was. Right?

For the past 12 years of my life I've been pretty much homeschooled. It wasn't too fun, I never got any friends. And honestly I should be innocent to the social world of our species. But honestly I thought of myself as a badass. I could handle myself. Or at least I hoped I could. Mom and I also moved a lot, and I had the choice of going to schools or not. I always had said no, because I knew that we'd move anyway. No point in creating memories that would hurt me in the end.

I took a few more looks in the mirror before going off into the bathroom in the hallway to take a shower. After I was finished I blow dried my silky black hair. It wasn't necessarily straight, but it wasn't super curly either. It was like a light waviness that topped my hair off. Once I was back in my room, a towel wrapped tightly around my breast, It was 6:32. I had a few hours to kill. I grabbed the shirt I was going to wear that day and slipped it over my body after I had put my sports bra on. Then I put on my shorts again and lied down to relax. There was nothing wrong with falling asleep for another hour while I waited for the time my tormentor would ruin my life. High-school.