Dear No One | Ethan Dolan Fan Fiction

Chapter 2 - Me

Dear No One,
I guess people don't like me because I'm weird. At my school, everyone is obsessed with football. If you don't like football, play on the team, or cheerlead for the team, or date a football player or cheerleader, you are not popular, and I hate football so lucky me. I am not athletic what so ever, I don't sing or play an instrument, I am definitely not smart, so why would anyone want to be friends with me. I'm suck at practically everything, except drawing, but drawing isn't important to anyone. At school, I am a nobody.

I'll just say it: I'm ugly. I am kind of average height, skinny and bony, blackish brown hair that touches my waist, fringe bangs that gradually come down my forehead, pale skin, and big black glasses. I usually dress in mostly black with some gray... Color doesn't really appeal to me anymore. I feel like a connect better with dark colors; they are the colors of my life. Dark.

I am also a geek. I love drawing; it is my escape from the world. I draw for at least 2 hours a day. My drawings are all embedded with my feelings and emotions, but no one ever notices because no one ever looks. I spend all my money on art supplies like different sized pencils, Copic markers in dark shades, and sketch pads. My drawings are dark and deep; each one hold volumes of secrets that I could never say aloud. Most of the few people who have seen my drawings think I am a psycho suicidal person, and maybe they're right.

I also love poetry. Most kids my age think it's a dorky or for old people, but it is very much like my drawings. The symbolic words and metaphorical terms hold everything that you want to say but have no one to say it to; it's kind of an outlet for my feelings.

Because I am so different from everyone else, I am often excluded and bullied. To them, I am a loser, a nerd, a geek, a nobody. Just another ugly face in the world.

Life at home is no better. My parents divorced when I was 7, and it was really hard on me. My dad moved from our home in New Jersey to California.
He is now a rich man, working for Apple with a new wife and three kids: Avery (8), Jennifer (5), and Angelina (3). I am not in any way a part of his new life. I am merely a memory to him.
Meanwhile, Mom and I moved into a one floor house with 4 rooms. Mom works two jobs to support me and to pay the rent. She doesn't have a college education, so she struggles to make ends meet. She loves me, but she doesn't have time for me.

Now you guys know how I ended up here, and why no one likes me. I guess this is now just a mushy gushy diary of my feelings or whatever. It doesn't really matter anyway, it's not like anyone will ever read this or care about me. Is life really worth this?

-Britt

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Don't worry; the real story will start soon.
This chapter also sucks, sorry :(
-Erica