Angel Marie

Story Of My Life

I lived my life alone. I was used to defending myself. I wasn’t popular, but to be honest I didn’t really want to be. I wasn’t a geek either but I didn't treat them any different. I had no real friends but when everyone knows your sister committed suicide, your mother hates you and your father’s dead because of cancer; what do you expect? That’s what you call an all-time pity card. People say hi occasionally but that’s just it.

How are you today, Angel?

Are you okay, Angel?

I bet you they’re just making sure I don’t lose it and end up like my sister. Jessica never really understood herself. She was so emotional but wasn’t an emo and had always been an attention-seeking hoe but  never in a billion years did we think that she would take her own life. That just wasn’t Jessica; it still confuses me to this day but I guess when you live with the trauma's of my life for some time you get used to it and learn to move on.

I think it’s harder for her friends; especially her boyfriend, to get over the fact she’s gone. He’s going to lose his mind, all he does is mope; I’d actually feel better if he started flirting with girls but no... he just mourns her, like they were married or something.

I will never understand why my mum hated me so much. I was a daddy’s girl, so what? I never acted in any way that would cause my mum to hate me yet she treated me bitterly. Then Papa died, she blamed it all on me saying I gave him all the stress with pestering him to help me and then Jessica killed herself and the she just LOST it. I knew at that point I had to run away, to the country (well not exactly the country, but when you live in the city every place green looks like the country). I live there with my aunt Kate and took on her name and life style.

Angel Marie Johnson.

I stayed with my hippie aunt for the summer and tried to ‘touch the within’ and eventually just gave up and classified it as rubbish. But when September came around, the one thing I’d had a  on-going grudge against had arrived. School.

Now there’s no more, your sister killed herself pity, her dad died be nice to her or her mum hates her, don’t give her a hard time. It’s gonna be normal now, I’m not sure whether that’s good or bad but here we go. Oh, and I forgot to mention I don’t think my sister is dead... crazy huh?

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“Aunt Kate,” I said staring into the mirror, trying to figure out what to do with my hair.

“Babe, I said this when you moved here, call me Kate or Katie, I don’t want to feel old yet,” She said with a smirk on her face, looking at me in the mirror. I swear she’s going through one of those ‘mid-life crisis’.

“Alright Katie, can you help with my hair, I give up with it...” I slumped in my chair.

She chuckled while I handed her a brush, she began softly brushing my hair. This is something I would see on T.V; a mother gently brushing her daughter’s hair and whispering secrets into her ear  but my mother wouldn’t even try something like that. Aunt Kate, I mean, Katie could be the perfect mother but she prefers not to have kids, not because she doesn’t like them but she doesn’t think she’s not good enough or found the right man (rubbish).

“Angel, for an angel I’d imagine you to have blonde hair but red! All the more extravagant!” she squealed, she never stops talking about my hair. It’s a bright red and compared to my face which is slightly tanned it REALLY stands out.

She formed my hair in a loose ponytail and patted my head.

“There ya go, all set for school,”

I looked at myself in there mirror, a girl with deep brown eyes and red hair dropping, slightly tanned skin and a frown plastered across her face.

“Katie, do I really have to go? I mean, I'm quite smart maybe I could just…” Aunt Kate stopped me.

“No, school now,” she smiled and winked at me and walked out the room.

“What a lovely hippie,” I mumbled sarcastically.

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This is a new story of mine and it took me forever to think of the plot!

Hope you enjoy it :)