Unfair

Preface

Growing up was never fun for me. I was never the popular girl, never the geek. Middle school is when it all started. After my Mom died, I just became depressed. I shyed away from everyone, even some of my closest friends. At lunch I usually sat alone in the back. I only have one best friend, Skylar. She doesn’t have lunch period with me. Ever. My Dad is a Manager for Jeanne Morris, the world-famous model. We may rich but we don’t act like it. No one at school knows that I’m rich; even if they did they probably won’t like me. I live in a neighborhood called “Whale Ports”. Ports has everything you can think of, a pool, tennis, a sport complex. It was a dream area that everyone would want to live in. From a black large entrance gate to the private airport, Ports was a 100,000 acre land.

 The house was a three story house with a basement and a hot tub. I have my own level, the basement. My own kitchen, room, bathroom, and even my own theatre room. The theatre room is the only room I rarely go into. I just don’t like to watch movies or watch any TV. I’m more of a reader or writer, it’s my passion, and it’s what I want to study in College. I’m a senior in Ports High, obtaining a 3.8 GPA average. No, I’m not the geek of the school, but I am smart.

Speaking of school, let’s talk about my bully. Niall Horan. He has bleach blonde hair, although at the roots he has brown, and his eyes were blue. He has muscles on those arms of his, and he wore snapbacks and high-tops sneakers. I’m not gonna lie, he is cute, but he bullies me so. Niall is what you call the “Jock” of the school. He plays soccer, or football whatever he calls it. The thing that sucks about it all is that he has every class with me.  Gratefully, he doesn’t sit beside me in any of them so I have at least an hour away from his rude comments and pushy movements. Honestly, I don’t really know why he hates me so much. I don’t remember him till he came when I was a freshman and instantly he hated me.

                 Over the years, my dad and his dad became great friends, resulting in Niall and me seeing each other after school almost every day. There were times when Niall and I were stuck in the same room for hours whilst our dads talk about non-sense. We would sit far from each other has possible, trying not touch or even make eye contact. Whenever our dads are around, Niall is never mean or rude to me. His dad would kill him that’s for sure.

                Niall’s dad always believed in respect towards women, whilst Niall was the complete opposite. Well, towards me at least, but towards all the other girls at school, he is the knight in shining armor. Niall picks up what they drop, and then stands up with the best smile on his face. All the girls throw themselves at him and then there’s me and Sky. He has two best buds, Harry and Zayn.

                Harry is what you call the “womanizer”. He has one night stands almost every night and he has tattoos. His hair consist a mixture of soft waves to curly curls. Sometimes you barely see his hair because it’s hidden under a grey beanie. Harry’s eyes are a piercing green, making its own light in the darkness. Scary he is, but he has a sweet side, that only comes out for very little people, never has it been me. He walks around school with a witty smirk on his face, trying to show off his lucky winner from the night before. Never has it been me. Harry’s dad was the Dean of the school in Ports. They never had a committing relationship, just a curt nod in the hall way. He never talked about his mom, he would always get angry when anyone brought it up, so no one did.

                Zayn, on the other hand, was a sweet gentleman. He has a quaff and also tattoos, different than Harry’s. Zayn can look at you with his brown eyes and you will literally melt. Even his touch is warm, and caring. But he never looked or touched me. Zayn has a girlfriend, Perrie, a beautiful pale teen, her hair pinkish and her teeth white. Perrie was never the jealous type, but if a girl tried to steal Zayn away from her, you won’t see her for a week. Perrie and Zayn truly loved each other, something that I will never have. Their eyes shine no matter where they go, always filling the place with joy, but never my place. Zayn’s dad never talks to him, leaving him alone in his own world. His mom, however, loves him and is always there for him. That probably explains why Perrie lives with Zayn’s mom and him. Zayn has the easy way out.  

                Then, you have Skylar. The loving, beautiful, talented Sky. Sky has long wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, just like Niall. Although we are friends, we are nothing alike. I like The Beatles, she likes BVB. But her style didn’t change with the music; she would still dress and act like a girly girl. Sky would never leave my side when I was sick, angry, sad or just wanting her presence. She was a bubbly girl, raising spirits for others and helping them out in time of need. I don’t think there was ever a moment when she wouldn’t come to my rescue, and vice versa with me to her. We were inseparable; never leaving one others comfort zones. The only time we weren’t together was during some classes at school and when we were sleeping, other than that, you saw us right beside each other. Even though we were always together, we always had something to talk about, even if it was old news. She changed my life and it was still changing, every second of every day. I can’t thank her enough, I love her.

                Now enough with the sappy stuff. I want to tell you about my mom. The one that’s not here with us today, but only in our hearts. My mom, Karen, never yelled, fought or got angry. It was like she was an angel. Now she truly is one. If mom was ever mad at you, you did something very bad, and it was something unfixable. Mom had brown hair, a little bit on the wavy side, down past her shoulders to the top of her breast. Her eyes a very pretty brown and quite round, giving her a look of innocence. Dad was a Zayn to her, lighting up the place with his smiles, loving and caring for her. Their relationship was everything I ever wanted, perfect. In ways, I envied them. I missed my mom more than ever, but it was her time to go. My mom died of cancer in her skin at the foot, spreading slowly but deadly. She was out 14 months after she found out about her sickness.

I cried for months, starting in May when she died and ending in October. I missed a few days of school, but they allowed it because of the reason. Skylar stayed with me during the months, I barely ate or even stepped foot out of my bed. I took showers once every few weeks, feeling as nothing can mend my hole that was filled with only my mom’s presence. Even today my heart still needs a filling for the hole that rest slowly growing bigger with each year that past.

My mom died 3 years ago, I might need to add. I just wish I could have told her how much I love her and wanting her to never go. Now I never can. I can’t hear her laugh or see her smile. I can’t feel her warmth when she hugs me or feel the love she brings me. I will never be able to taste her cooking or smell her perfume. Dad left all her clothes, jewelry and hair brushes exactly where she left them, untouched and dusty. Sometimes I go into her personal closet and sit in the middle of the floor, smelling her scent. The scent smelling like tea and roses, two of her favorite things.

I actually thought the doctors could save her, but I was wrong, far from it. They even promised that she would live for 3 years after the horrid news, they were wrong. They said that she won’t lose her hair, they were wrong. The only thing they were right about was the cancer and where it was. That was something I wish they were wrong about, but nothing ever goes my way, never. I guess that’s where I knew my life started to grow worse. The beginning of freshmen year. I knew I could have fixed myself, but I didn’t want too. I wanted my mom back but I never got her back.

My dad remarried 2 years after my mom died. I don’t like my step mom, because she acts like she is my real mom. Which she is not. I will never call her mom. Marie was beautiful and she had long hair, but she looks nothing like me. I just feel like she just loves my dad for his money, and I feel bad for him. She doesn’t live with us, because dad is always away. She’s always with him, every single step he makes, she makes. It’s sick to look at. But in the end, she helps me with some of my problems and I love her. At least I have a mother figure. I wish dad married Sky’s mom, then everything would be perfect. Well, almost.

And now, there’s really nothing else to talk about. The story starts here.

                The story started on a Monday. How everything went down and how my life got even worse. This is the story of how my life was Unfair.