Am I Really Alone?

chapter 2

Mom& Dad (at the top)

Beep. Beep. Beep

Ugh. Another day of my miserable life when will it end. Why can't things go my way.

"God help me through another day."

I only have 1 month til I leave this miserable high school. No more stress. No more bullying. Brand new life here I come.

"Get out the way fatty."

You would think I would be use to being called names by now, but I'm not. I look down at my body.

Is that how people see me? Am I really that fat? I mean I have an hour glass shape but I never thought I was that fat. Maybe I should workout more than I do, and eat less. Yea, that's what I'll do.

Bring. Bring

"Here goes nothing."

I walk into class trying to keep my cool as the whole class stares at me.

"Why can't they leave me alone," I think to myself.

I sit in my seat and I can hear the girls whispering about my skin color. I forgot to mention I'm in an almost all white school. There are a few black people here and there, but they don't like me either, and to think I thought my own race would stand by me.

That's the problem, I thought.

"Why is her skin so dark?"

"I don't know maybe she needs to stay out of the sun."

"Hahaha your totally right Ash."

"Don't listen to them Arielle they're just words." I'm brought out of my thoughts by my math teacher Mr. Hendricks.

"Arielle do you know the answer to number 2?"

"Uh... Uh... The answer is 12?"

"You are correct once again."

"NERD!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Then the whole class bursts into laughter. Right now I just want to go home and cry myself to sleep.

"Hey, that is not funny, if you saw the grades you have in my class you would be asking Ms. Jones for help. To be honest, I think she is the only one who will be crossing the stage in a month."

"Yea right, like anyone would want help from that ugly rat, get real."

Ouch. Again with the name calling. I should have changed schools. Too late now.

"And you Mr. Easton can leave my class, NOW!!!!!"

That's Mr. Hendricks for ya, he is always taking up for me, and I will always be grateful for how nice and caring he is of me, as a friend of course. I think he is the only teacher who takes up for me. To think about it he is, the other teachers' just keep going with their lessons.

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Its the end of the day now, thank God its Friday. Now I have to deal with my parents. Here goes nothing.

"How was school today honey?" both my parents asked.

My Mom's name is Linda Jones, she is African and Native American. She is 5'7 in height, has straight black hair, hazel eyes, and an hour glass figure just like mine, but better I might say.

My Dad's name is Aaron Jones, he is Irish and German American. He is 6'7 in height, has grayish blue eyes, just like mine, reddish brown curly hair, mine is similar to his hair just longer of course, and a muscular build.

My parents are only 40 and 45. They could have had more children but just had me, a 5'10, hour glass shaped, reddish brown curly haired, grayish blue eyed, carmel skinned girl everyone hates at school.

"It was fine."

*Fingers crossed.*

"Did you meet anyone new?"

Here we go with this again.

"Mom can we please not talk abou~"

"No, we have to talk about it. You don't go out , you never had a boyfriend and you never had a friend come over asking for you. We are worried that you'll never talk to or find any friends."

"Dad, please make mom understand that I don't want to talk about this. Not now. Not ever."

"Sweetie, I understand you don't want to talk about this but your mother is right, even though I'm glad I never had to deal with boy troubles. The point is that your mother and I think that ever since the death of ~"

"Dad, please don't, none of this is about her, of course I miss her, but please don't speak of her. This whole thing is about how everyone at school hates me, calls me names, and makes fun of me each and everyday. I can't even look at myself in the mirror without hearing those hurtful words. Everyday you and mom always compliment me and call me beautiful, not knowing that your own daughter can't even see it herself. I'd rather be left alone, than to be around people who criticize me about my color, size, height, or how I live. I love you both and I know you want what's best for me, but sometimes you can't try to fix what can't be fixed."

I ran my hand through my hair and looked at my parents with teary eyes.

"If you need anything I'll be in my room."

You want to know what I hate the most.

Crying.

It makes me feel weak and worthless. I hate that I can't stand up for myself. I wish I had a better life were I felt good about myself, were I would find good friends who love and care for me, and a man who looks at me with so much love in his eyes, and loves me for me inside and out.

If only I had the the life I want.

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Thank you for reading, and Merry Christmas loves

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