Hated It

Prologue

a/n:

first book i'll ever be writing in third person, COMING SOON.

-jen x

She hated people, Macy hated the people around her, she found them utterly annoying and just never understood or had common sense.

They were all so stuck up, never knew how to shut up, and saw her as a crazy human being because she was one of a kind.

She never liked school, she found it useless because she never knew why she was placed in a room with people she hated.

Pointless, thought Macy. Absolutely pointless.

She wanted to do all the things she wanted to do, she wanted to leave. But she couldn't, she was stuck, and she wished, hard, that she had control over everything. But unfortunately, she didn't.

She walked down the dull hallways 5 days a week, holding books in her arms, her blue hair covering her face, her brown eyes that were duller than the hallways in a stern stare, and her intimidating personality always roaming through the people with brighter, livelier clothes and personalities than her.

It was like Macy was a grunge Tumblr girl brought to life.

She always wore band shirts, with black skinny jeans with a black and white flannel shirt hugging her waist, and an all black Converse or something similar to that outfit. Sometimes she had a black Snapback on her head, made people judge her style.

Macy had a story behind her physical appearance. Macy had a story behind her whole personality. Macy had a story behind the intimidating girl persona.

Macy was only 17, and she drank energy drinks meant for people three years older than her. Macy was only 17, and she was already working in a McDonald's branch washing dishes. Macy was only 17, and she was helping her sister pay their house rent. Macy was only 17, and she was pretty sure her parents were out there in Chicago selling Cocaine and Marijuana.

Macy's life was never the least stable it could be.

And she was fine with it.

But all she wanted was for all the people in the same building as her right now would be abducted by serial killers.

Macy entered the combination of her locker and stuffed her books inside, trying to ignore the couple having an intense make-out session right beside her, she grabbed her new Jansport bag that she's been saving and her black leather jacket, she didn't have the flannel today. Or the black jeans, or the black Converse.

Because it was Wednesday wash day.

But that doesn't mean Macy doesn't have multiple pairs of flannel jackets and black jeans. Her sister was washing all the clothes in the laundry that's been lying there since last Thursday.