A Lonely World

Chapter 1: Amber's day

             I tried to keep the smile plastered on my face. It was the beginning of my 8th grade school year at a new school. I was super nervous and I just wanted to get the day over with. Hi, my name is Amber Jones, and I'm 14. I really hate myself and I make a point of this every day. Of course, no one really notices. I guess they're thrown off by my fake smile. Oh well. Anyways, I walked through the front gates of my school and took a deep breath. I felt as if my entire body was about to collapse from the amount of pressure I received, trying to make a great impression. I just smiled awkwardly and walked to an empty bench. It was kind of cold, and it smelled like a dumpster, really disgusting. I looked at my black backpack and opened it. I pulled out a sketch pad and a pencil. As I drew, I noticed people glance at me, and this made me cringe. I hated being the center of attention. I rolled my eyes and went back to drawing, hoping they'd get the hint and move on. When the bell rang, I scurried to my classroom and sat in the seat farthest from the front. My eyes closed as the teacher droned on and on about history. 'Crap! I should pay attention,' I thought. I looked at the clock and realized the class was almost over.

        The day seemed to fly by and I was surprised about this. My days usually dragged on, and that was only at school. At home, I was miserable. I have 6 siblings and all of them hate me. Especially the one that was 2 years younger than me. When I got home today, I heard my mother scream from outside. I put my head down and ran inside. 'How embarrassing,' I thought. My mom knew I was coming home, and decided to scold me for no apparent reason whatsoever. I lowered my head and took all of her insults in. 'Just wait, this will all end soon,' I thought to myself. After she was done yelling, I went to my room and started to cry. She never listened to my cries, though. She just yelled at all of us, go out late and ignore us. I grabbed my razor and began to cut. At first, it didn't hurt. I was floating for that split second, until it all came crashing in on me. I cringed and dropped the razor. My wrist was throbbing, and I needed bandages. I went through my dresser and found gauze. I wrapped this around my wrist and lied down on the floor. I hated my bed so much. 

        That night, we sat at the table, really quiet. My brother, the one who hated me the most, glared at me, and I glared back. We both knew I could kick his ass, so he didn't mess with me. After dinner, I finished my homework and stared at my blank walls. How depressing. I leaned back and drifted off to sleep. That was just my first day in Newsbury, California. ( fake place, I think)