Chapter 2: Why I Hate My Life?

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Well people might come up to me and ask me hey "why do you look like a zombie" and I usually say "well cause i actually think I'm dying" and they would just laugh and walk away saying "what a freak" and return to their little pack of friends. And then there was me, Elana, sitting near the bin in the cafeteria. Basically that was where I was on the social or popularity leader board, below the cafeteria bins. I hated my life because i was just left out of absolutely everything that went on in the years drama or gossip but also because I had no friends. The only time i actually heard about the drama is when it was about me and how much of a strange and ugly person i was. So that was extra fun to add to the top of my struggles (sarcastically speaking). 

As a 5 year old kid my dad left my family and I,  well that's what I thought but he actually died from lung cancer and what was even worse is that I only knew that when i was 17 which was last year. Mum and I have sort of never been the same after that. We've always been distant since that day.

So that's a little about me and how my life went from ok to absolutely horrible. When i found out about how dad died i stayed at home for 3 weeks and when i came back no one even realised i was gone and no one even came up to me and said "hey, are you ok?". no one even knew that my dad was dead but that was again, because i had no friends.

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