Ello! My name is Violet. I’m your ordinary girl. You know: blonde, tall, curves in all the right places. OH! And I’m sixteen. I’m not popular at my school. I mean, I guess I could be. I’m pretty enough for it… I think… but I’m not popular. And I like it, damn it. Another thing, I’m single. Big surprise. (Not sarcasm). One more little tidbit about me. My family is insanely messed up. Most of the time. I’m an only child. My dad left when I was five. He couldn’t handle the ‘huge responsibility’ of having a child. Or so my mum says. However, my mum and I manage alone. But there is one problem, and the kids in school made it up. Apparently, I’ve gone emo. I get teased about it five days a week… non-stop. It’s not even true! Yet no one believes me. Anyways, I’m on my way to school. At least it’s Friday. I have one friend, Nyree. She’s the only one who’d actually stick up for me. And she does. Every class we have together, which is every class. It’s a good thing sometimes. But she’s always telling people to shut up. ALWAYS! So you’re still reading this? Well, if you really are truly interested, keep reading. However, imma start from the beginning. When I was age five. When it all started.
~~11 years ago~~
I woke up startled. This was my fifth bad dream in five nights. I heard yelling from downstairs, so I got up and walked to the noise. It was my mum and dad… again.
“WELL EXUSE ME FOR CARING FOR OUR CHILD!”
”YOU MEAN YOUR CHILD!” mum lowered her voice.
”You bastard! She’s yours too. You helped me make her. YOU knocked ME up! Not the other way around!” I decided to make myself seen.
“Mum? Dad? What’s going on?” they turned towards me.
“Nothing, honey. Go back to bed,” mum said in a soothing voice.
“NO! WHAT’S GOING ON?” I yelled it. It felt good, in a way. My dad looked at me with sadness and anger in his eyes.
“Nothing, little one. Go back to bed,” my dad said. I was tired of all the lies. I went up to them.
“I’m tired with all the lies,” I said. Then I slapped them. As hard as I could. I then proceeded to run to my room. I can’t believe I just did that! But they should understand that I was aggravated, right? I waited for them to come in and yell at me, but no one came. I eventually went back to bed. But just as I was falling asleep, I heard them come into my room. They kissed my forehead, said ‘goodnight’, then left.
~~The next morning~~
I woke up and did my morning routine. I got dressed, ate, brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, and picked up my mess. In that order. I then grabbed my book bag and headed out the door to catch my bus. I sat next to my friend, Nyree. She was nearly bouncing out of her seat with excitement.
“Can you believe it? Three more days of school! I’m so happy!” she took in my mood. “Vi?” she’s the only one who calls me that. Well, besides my parents, of course. “Vi? What’s wrong?”
”Nothing. Nothing but the same old stuff.” She understood immediately. Then the school bully walked onto the bus. Let me tell you bout her. Her name is Lilly. She’s like me, white. And she HATES anyone who isn’t white. Which means she hates Nyree. However, she doesn’t mess with Nyree. No one does. Cuz Nyree would kick you butt.
“Oh look, it’s Violet. How’s you mum Violet? Oh wait! I couldn’t care less!” With that, she walked past me, but stopped and turned around and pulled me out of the bus seat. Nyree got up and looked at Lilly. Nyree smiled an evil little smile that I knew to well. The next action, I knew was coming. Nyree punched Lilly in her stomach. Not hard, but enough for Lilly to get the message. If people didn’t know that Nyree was nice, she could be the school bully. Anyway, let’s skip the rest of that day. Nothing else happened anyways. Let’s go back to last year, when the rumors started.
~~Last year~~
“Come on, Vi! We’re gonna be late!”
“Ohkay, NYREE! I GET IT!” I’d bet you wanna know what’s going on. We’re going to be late for class… again.
“Wow… some one better drop that attitude before I smack it out of them.”
“Nyree… I’ve been like this because my grandma DIED! AND YOU DON’T CARE! I WAS CLOSE TO HER!” Nyree sighed.
“Ohkay, Vi. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” I sighed this time.
“I know. I just miss her so freakin’ much.” I started to break down in tears.
“It’s ohkay, Vi, It’s ohkay.” Nyree hugged me. I noticed people were staring at me for a bit, and then walking way, seeing that I was a mess. We arrived at class. Late, of course.
~~Later~~
I finally got home and then I tripped outside. On the sidewalk. Great… Note. Sarcasm. The fall cut my arm several times. WONDERFUL! JUST GREAT! Again. Note. Sarcasm. I walked inside and cleaned my wounds. I then went upstairs to my room to do my homework. After a grueling two hours of working on homework, I went to bed.
~~The next day~~
I woke up late. Great. I took a rushed shower, got dressed, ate a quick breakfast, brushed my teeth quickly, then yanked my hairbrush through my hair, and rushed to get other stuff ready. You know, make-up, hugged my mum, and stuff like that. I got to school and threw my stuff in my locker, then went to class. I met Nyree there. I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. Everyone could see my cuts from the fall. I walked into the classroom and saw Lilly. Lilly looked over at me and smirked.
“HEY LOOK, EVERYONE! VIOLET’S GONE EMO!”
“NO I HAVEN’T! I FELL ON A SIDEWALK YESTERDAY!”
“Someone’s in denial,” Lilly said. I sighed, defeated.
So that’s how it started. By falling on a sidewalk, I became emo.
