I hated the thought of living a normal life. Living a normal childhood, having normal friends, eating normal food, working a normal job, dying a normal death. Everyone was suited to be exactly the same.
My life is boring. I wake up, go to school, come home, go to bed and the list agonisingly repeats itself. Again.
And again.
And again.
Everyday the same as the last.
My mom and dad had died five years ago. Mom with a stroke, dad with a broken heart and a bottle of pills. We had lost them in the same month. By we I mean my older brother and I.
His name is Michael. He's 28 and my 'legal guardian'. My mom had him when she was only 18 so I guess he's the reason my mom and dad stayed together. He's never really around much, and when he is its with lipstick staining his lips and alcohol staining his breath.
Me, I'm 16 years old. Oh yes, and my name's Calla. It's weird, I know but it's supposed to be Greek or something.
My life probably seems like it sucks, and it damn well feels like it sometimes, but I honestly can't complain. People have it worse than me I guess, so I gotta just gurn up and deal with it.
My life doesn't suck.
It's just normal.
It was just normal.
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Heyo bitches
Summers boring the shit outta me so I'm gonna write a story how fancy
Peace
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Call You Mine
Fanfiction'I call you mine, no ownership implied whatsoever, I call her what it is, a natural blend together.' ♱ wil wheaton ♱
