Mistreated, Misplaced, and Misunderstood. (GirlxGirl)

Prologue

MISTREATED, MISPLACED, MISUNDERSTOOD.

By: Wøłfēn

Prologue

School. You know the place were you are supposed to see your friends, have fun and stuff. Everyone says that they hate it, but in reality, they hang out, have fun. You see people laughing, playing basketball or foursquare on the courts.

Despite the fact that you have to do homework, it would seem pretty enjoyable. Not for me, nothing at school is fun. Not since my best friend moved away two thousand miles across the U.S. all the way to Boston. She was the person who gave me this book.

And now, after two years of being on a old, dusty shelf, I'm writing in it.

It was sort of an inside joke. She knows that I hated to write and to check grammer. That's why she gave me the damn book.

But after she left, I was all alone. Our group that we had spilt up after she left. She was the glue that held us together, and the fire that lights the pathway.

It took a toll on me, most likely the hardest toll. I just stand out at my school, in a bad way.

I'm not like the other girls. You see, I'm not the kind of girl that puts on dresses at dances, goes shopping when ever the hell they can, no! I'm never like that.

I like the colors black, grey, red, and white. I love the bands Escape the Fate, Bring me the Horizon, and Evanescence. Dark grey or black converse is just my style. Basically that's all I wear.

I just go to school, and come home. Nothing else ever happens.

In forth grade, I had 'friends', everyone always by my side.

But when sixth grade started, the mix of tons of students, different classes, and a lot drama got in the way of that. Just rumor, after rumor, after rumor. Nothing ever changed after that.

I'm alone, but I'm not afraid. The fact is that, no one will notice me. Not that I'm bothered by that. But once in a while, just something to help me get through the day.

The person I like barely even talks to me, now that I have confessed feelings for them. That's not even unusual. No one wants to be around me. I've been called, "bitch" "slut" and even "whore". I've even become a punching bag for others.

Some kids at school, some kids after school, and my step-brother, Nathan was one of those people. I don't talk about him to my mom, she gets too mad at me about it, so now it's just forgotten. Ever since Nathan and I had a big fight one night, then he left and never came back. But I came out of that fight with bloody nose, a sprained wrist, and a broken arm.

At school life isn't so good for me, that is why I hate it. But that isn't the scars, blood and tears that hurt me most. It was that they broke my trust and my title for them as friends. Like they care, they just do it for popularity, putting me down. Not unusual ether, they wouldn't even care.

I hope that I can, one day, be carefree in someones arms.

Hopefully, their arms, the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with.

And hopefully, be more than, the girl with the black hoodie, walking through the halls.

Because right now, things aren't going as well for me as they used to.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, I would grab my guitar and sing until the sun came up. It helped me relax and calm down, it was given to me by my mom for my third birthday, and has always remained a treasure to me. Even though we fight I know she loves me deep down inside.

But I still don't hide the fact that I'm

My classmate asked me. "If you could change your life, would you?"

Without hesitating, I answered, "yes" because, my life, would be great, if my past was changable.

I want it to stop, before something goes wrong.