Poor Wicky with the tree dad, and the hippy life style.
Poor Wicky with the horrible home.
Poor Wicky with the crazy dad.
Poor Wicky without a mom or sister.
Poor Wicky with no friends.
Poor Wicky with no life.
First of all, yes, this is the punch line for my grade.n"Poor Wicky," the thing people laugh about casually, and the person even the newbies stay away from..
"I heard she has fleas!"
I've heard that one a lot, and I don't have any...
Ok....so you know what? These kids are so cruel that, that, they made fun of my mom and sisters deaths.
Who even does that?!
The counselor said to ignore it, whereas it got stronger, so strong no one could control it, and I was sent to a different public school....where it just got worse.
I learned to shut up and deal with it.
Just deal with it.
So what happened to poor Wicky's dead family?! Well...I'll tell you, since I will NEVER see you in reality, and this is the only place. I can show people what I mean without having to face them...
My sister and mom were at a club, they rode with these people, and.....got....I'LL JUST SAY IT! r-a-p-e-d... Then...Thier terror wasnt over...the stupid people crashed the Car....and everyone died.....
They call my family whores and sluts, and you know what? I don't care how many stupid teachers tell me to ignore it, I fight....I kick and punch and try to rip them up.
They don't know how it feels, they don't know this is the worst case scenario....they are cruel people.
I cry in the night, trying to find a way to reach them again, my heart aches for my mothers reassuring voice...my sisters loud pop music that blared from her room...
My dad used to be normal, he used to live in the city, then they died, and he switched, he didn't care anymore and dragged me along to the barren rode he was taking.
I needed help, I needed help when they left Life, and no one helped me, I needed help before, no one cared, and now they want to help, but I can't.
I can't let anyone in my life....
I've thought about ending it..I thought that even if there was anything out there or not I wanted to leave this hell. I wanted to die.
I realized I couldn't, I noticed that I had to fill the place, my sister never graduated, her boyfriend had just proposed to her, and it was thrown away.
Poor Wicky with her loneliness,
So? I'm alone? Thst makes me different just because I don't wanna talk to the idiots that fill the stupid school up?
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True story peeps, litterally crying and slamming my fingers on the computer....
This Shiz is sad.....
Next chap will be..
Wicky Likes....who?
