Some times life can be... funny. Some times people don't understand. But most of time, they don't even wait to try to understand. They believe what they see. Not even knowing the whole story. Because this generation focuses on mostly clothes, sex, famous people, and most important social networks. I try to stay away from all of that. I try being different. Not following everybody's influence. That's why most people, and by people I mean girls, call me weird. Everyday I would walk down my high school hallway and see or hear them whisper things about me. But did I care? Hell no. I couldn't care less about what they think of me. Most of them were jealous because their boyfriend always looks at me. Sadly that wasn't my fault either. But I wouldn't let that get to my head.
I knew I wasn't ugly, yet I knew I wasn't a model. I had light brown, almost blond hair, and I was skinny, I just you can say. But my most interesting feature was my eyes. Most people would ask if I wore contacts, because they were an unnatural color. They were light grey, so light that from a distance it looked as if they were white. People took an interest to them at first, but quickly many girls got jealous and began to make fun of it. I didn't mind. Not only did I not care about what they though, but I also had an awesome friend to help me through it. Her name was Hayden. She was like my popular twin, except that everybody looked at her like she was queen bee. She would walk with me and talk to me. She always sat with me at lunch and nobody would bother us. I loved her like a sister. We were the same.
But that was soon going to change.
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"Piper?" Hayden called my name. I had zoned out again. I do that a lot.
"Sorry. What was you saying?" I asked her. She looked at me weirdly.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
"Yea. I'm fine. What did you say?" I asked her putting on my best smile. She smiled back, telling me that my fake smile worked.
"Do you wanna go shopping this weekend?"
"Yea. I'd love to. I wanted to go get a new pair of shoes anyways." I said. My last shoes are currently being taped together because I didn't want to take any of the money my parents threw at me. They were extremely rich and had only one child. Me. But I never took the money, because I felt I needed to work for my money. I never did any chores so I didn't deserve it. My motto is that if something's that easy to get, its not worth it. That motto also goes for girls.
"Ok, cool. I'll pick you put Saturday morning or tomorrow morning," she said going to her next class.
The rest of the school day went by pretty quickly. I grabbed the last book I needed to do my homework and started walking to my house. I liked walking. It was way better than riding the bus and it was the only exercise I got. Plus my house was kinda in the woods and the woods calmed me. It was a peaceful place for me.
Finally I got home and unlocked the door. I basically lived on my own. The only money I took from my parents was to rent a really nice flat not far from them, even though I am only 15. They really trusted me because I never went out, I never had a boyfriend, and I never ask them for anything.
"Your very mature for your age," my dad once told me. I think the only reason I'm mature is because, even though I may sound like I have the perfect life I don't. I've been through a lot. Like my "parents" aren't really my birth parents. I'm adopted. Before Sarah, my adopted mother, and John, my adopted father, adopted me when I was 10, I use to stay in a terrible foster home. I still had nightmares about it. I never talked about it though. And that before I went to that devil house, I remember my real mom and dad. All of the memories I had of them were never good so I never talked about that either.
So I placed my backpack on my couch and headed to my room and fell asleep, having another nightmare about my real mom and dad.
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