Regrets

Alone

Prologue:

Sometimes, I would just stare out the window, and think of any reason at all, why I'm on this earth. Countless times, I have been bullied and mistreated. I absolutely hated being bullied! I felt useless, no one has ever truly helped me before. Well, other than my older brother. He has always been there for me. Ever since my mom died and dad has gone, well, gloomier? I can't describe it. Our father does help us in some ways, but he can barely stand to look at us, just because "we remind him to much of mom". My mother got breast cancer and died when I was only five years old. After that, my father has been grieving her death for years. I sometimes think about that too. Like, how would my life be different if my mom was still alive? Would my father be happier? Probably. Would my life be much easier with my parents? Yes.

Now, I have to take care of my younger brother and sister. My older brother really helps me take care of our siblings. Sometimes I feel like there is no reason for me to be on this Earth. But, deep inside, I know that there is a very big reason why I'm on this Earth. I need to help take care of my siblings. If I wasn't there, who would help Kenneth take care of Dominic and Clarissa? I know my life has meaning, it's all for my family. That's why I'm alive, to help my family. When I was in elementary school, Kenneth would always defend me when ever anyone bullied me. But now, he goes to college, and I'm still in ninth grade. Now, I get bullied all the time, without Ken, I feel so dejected.

I'm still considered an outsider, like just this morning, my own neighbor randomly made fun of my hair in front of his mom. But, of course, since I was a nobody, his mom didn't even try to defend me by saying,"Oh, stop it Caleb. She looks just fine." But I knew why she wouldn't say that, stupid as he is, Caleb would just say,"But she is so ugly, just look at her face, it's hysterical." Then he would be scolded, he would blame me, tell the teacher, I get an after school detention, you know, the works. At school, I was called stupid Stephanie.

They even made an alliteration of my nickname.

"Stupid Stephanie slurped

a slimy soft soda while

scaring Stella ,"

I mean, how does that make sense, my only friend is a girl named Stella, so that part slightly makes sense, but scaring isn't something that friends usually do to each other. Also, I hate sodas. All of this teasing and drama was just because I was shorter than most people my age. People can be so mean sometimes, I just don't understand it. I just transferred into this school three weeks ago, William J. Pete Knight High School, and I was already considered an outsider. Well, I wasn't a total outsider, I had Stella, my only friend.

Until this other guy I met on the first day of school. Ever since I met him on the first day of school, he seemed really nice. I met him while I was walking to band(my elective). We were in the same class for some classes, including P.E., lunch, and P.A.C.K. We just had different electives and regular classes(homeroom, switch, etc.), I had band and he had agriculture. His name was Andre Lee. He is in ninth grade and is fourteen years old. Andre had many of the same interests as me.

Oh-oops! I forgot to introduce myself, Hello, and my name is Stephanie Anderson. I'm in ninth grade and I'm fourteen years old. I have an older brother named, Kenneth, who is a freshman in college, and two twin siblings, Clarissa and Dominic, who are both in fifth grade. Fortunately, our father takes care of us a little more; I can tell that he is getting over my mother's death slowly. He started to drive all of us to school except for Kenneth and me, since Kenneth is able to drive. Ken picks me up and drops me off at my school.