The Human Magnet

Chapter One; A Spoiled Little Angel

I have grown up spoiled, not that I like it, but I don't want to be the one who makes people hate themselves.  They call me "A Little Angel," but I always thought of it as "A Spoiled Little Angel."

The reason I'm called "A Little Angel," is because my name is Angel.  When I was born, mother and father thought I looked like an angel, with my fine golden hair, (when I got hair, I was only a new born) emerald eyes, tan skin, and a loving smile.

I know it seems like I'm bragging, but no one else gets treated fairly.  For example, one time when we had a guest over for a feast, the guest fell out of his chair.  "Hey!  That was loud, you could of hurt A Little Angel's poor little ears!"  Mother scowled.
"Ow, I think broke my arm!"  The guest cried in pain.
"Well too bad!  You can take care of yourself!  It's not like you're special or anything!"  Father irritatingly laughed.
I felt bad for the guest though, "Mother, father, may I please help the lovely man up?"
"Aw, sure, anything for you dear.  Just be careful," mother started to say, "this guy's a real brat!"  She whispered.

I helped our guest up, and said, "Sorry about that!"
"Well that's perfectly okay with me!  You're like A Little Angel!"  The guest kindly said.

I smiled at him, as he kissed my forehead.

So yeah, I am a "Spoiled Little Angel."  And I don't want to be perfect.  I don't want to be ordinary.  I want to be a human being, instead of a 12 year old girl with no rules, limits, or boundaries.

A little more about me, I'm tall, pretty tall for my age!  Which is literally why I'm A Little Angel.

I'm homeschooled, and never been outside before.  The only rule for me, is that I can't go outside.  Or at least that's what mother and father say.  They say that dangerous people await me, and will try to kidnap me if I go out of the house.  I never believed them, but I stayed inside anyways, just in case they're hiding something from me.

Lastly, I like to sing.  I have got a karaoke machine for my birthday, which I use to make music videos.  But of course, no one will ever see my music videos, since people can track me down. 

So, that's all their really is about me...I'm pretty boring in my opinion...But yeah, I'm a "Spoiled Little Angel" that has no rules, limits, or boundaries.  The only rule is that I can't go outside because mother and father say people await me.  I like to sing, even though no one will ever be able to hear me.  And, I'm just tall.

Again, I just wanna be a human being.  If you are reading this journal, please send help.