So I guess you don't really know me yet. Well then, lets change that. I'm the girl that you stare awkwardly at when you see her in the hallways. The girl most people think of as creepy or disgusting. The girl that doesn't talk much, because she cant. Now look I am not trying to gain sympathy because if you really knew me, which no one does, you would understand that your pity is the last thing I want. Ok maybe not the last thing that's reserved for needles,( why do they have to be so pointy?).
You might wonder how I deal with this, if I hate it, if I hate my life? But if I am going to be honest, (which I will because I think that lying is just an excuse to get out of participating in life) then yeah it sucks. I wasn't able to tell my mom I loved her. I couldn't help her when dad left her. I had to watch as she died. It's very hard for me to even think about my mother. So I try not to. Life is a lot easier when all you have to worry about is yourself, but its not a good life.
My mom was making me a sandwich, as she did every morning before I went to school. She came over to me with a smile on her face when it happened. She had a heart attack right there. I watched her scream in pain and I couldn't do anything about it. Nothing at all. I couldn't scream for help, I couldn't move, I couldn't tell her that I loved her. But I will say it now. Mommy, I love you.
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Island of Misfit Toys
Teen FictionWe all know what its like to feel out of place, like you don't fit in. Natalie Fairchild doesn't. Despite what life's handed her she knows all the secrets of the world that we live in. She believes its a lie..
