Olivia

Chapter 1

"Gross" was the only word that came into my mind that morning when I looked into the mirror. "Just gross."

I hated it. What I saw. It was revolting. It made me want to curl up in a ball and cry. Cry and never stop. Cry and hope that it would make me feel better, look better, act better. But I know it won't.

I sighed heavily and continued getting ready for school. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay home and watch TV all day so I wouldn't have to look at all the pretty, gorgeous, model material girls at my school. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate them, they are really cool. (Some of them at least) but they just made me feel so jealous and angry that I couldn't be pretty like them. Perfect like them.

Once I had gotten dressed and did my hair and makeup so I looked somewhat expectable, I went downstairs to greet my family.

"Good morning." I said as I walked into the kitchen. "Good morning." My mom, dad, and brother all said in unison.

"How did you sleep?" My dad asked me, not looking up from the newspaper that was messily folded in his hand.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Meh." I said blankly, heading over to the pantry to get some cereal.

"That's how you always seem to sleep." My older brother, Devon, teased me. "Meh. How do you even 'Meh'."

"Be nice." Mom threatened, a warning tone in her voice indicating that arguing isn't how she wanted to start the day.

I had gotten my bowl of cereal of Coco Puffs and sat down at the table with my family. Breakfast was silent, but that was ok. That meant I didn't have to communicate with anyone and that was, by all means, totally fine with me.

By the time I have finished eating, dad had left for work, mom was starting daily chores, and Devon was already on his drive to school. He offers to drive me to my school, but I decline since I like busses and I don't have to listen to his weird music for half an hour. I'm not even entirely sure what genre it would be but it's pretty weird is all I have to say.

I set my dirty bowl in the dishwasher and grabbed my backpack, and started my way out the door, only to be stopped by mom.

"Hey," she said gently. "Have a great day at school, pumpkin." She said, pulling me into a warm hug. I hugged back and mumbled a quick "I will" before stepping out the door to the bus stop.

She knew how I felt about myself. She knew I wasn't comfortable in my own skin, but she tried to be as supportive as she could to help me feel more confident. Even though through everything she did I still felt the same, but either way it was nice to know that someone was there for me.

On the bus ride to school it was the same as every other day. The little kids screaming and playing with the little toys they snuck into their back backs to play with at recess, the popular girls catching up on the latest gossip, the jocks talking about the game coming up next Saturday, and then there's me.

Sitting in the window seat watching the trees on the side of the road go by. Not really paying attention to anything in particular. Just letting my thoughts take me into a world where anything was possible, and where the real world would fade out and not matter one bit. Just me and myself was all I needed.

You see, when you just go inside your mind, you can imagine anything. You could be flying on a plane to the Bahamas, or you're on stage, fulfilling your dreams as a singer, or my favorite- imagining I wasn't such a sucky person- and that was my favorite thing about imagination.

But soon that was all over as the bus pulled up to the school, and I was forced to face reality once again.

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A/N: hey :D so this is the first part. I know it's short but I promise the other chapters will be longer. I hope you liked it and I hope u like the chapters that r soon to come!!