High school makes me sick. Especially when it's your first day to a new school, in a new town, in a new friggin state! God mom really wasn't thinking when she moved us out here to yet another new boyfriends house.
My father was killed shortly after I was adopted. Someone killed him but we don't know who or what did it. He was attacked while out buying groceries. He had long, almost claw marks going down his torso and neck, he had bite marks on his face, I was really confused to say the least. Was it a bear or a wild dog? I have no clue
My mother and brother and I used to live in a house with lots of other people. But now we live with her shitty boyfriend.
My real family died long ago, I was adopted by who I call mom and my older brother Zack. My real mother and father got killed again and I'm not sure how. Sometimes I feel guilty like it's my fault they all died. I think it may actually be linked to me, after all my adopted father was killed only a few short months after I was adopted over 16 years ago.
It's actually really obvious I was adopted, but I'm not being one of those "I'm not like anyone else" girls but I actually have never seen anyone who looks even remotely like me. I'm 5'8 and extremely skinny and Boney. I have very very light, basically white blonde hair and pale blue eyes that are almost grey. I have lots of freckles. It contrasts my pale skin. A lot of people think I'm either sick or dye my hair because of its color. I don't actually, I'm just weird.
I try to do something cute with my straight hair but it just lays flat on my head and all the way to my but. Gross. I put mascara on my short eyelashes and some blush on my face. I have no color what so ever. Gosh I wish I wasn't so white. I've tried spray tans but I look even more stupid and the color doesn't last long, and being in the cloudy ass state of Washington doesn't help either.
I throw on a vintage patterned sweater topping off my knee hole black jeans, I shrug on an old jean jacket and my red Dr. Martens. Lastly I sling my backpack over my outfit and head out the door and to my car.
Jumping into my mothers old Lexus I quickly turn on the windshield wipers because it starts to down pour. After getting lost 2 times I make my way to a small school campus and luckily because I'm early, park near the front. I sprint towards the door and just to my luck, it's locked. I groan and slump against the cold glass. Fuck.
Luckily a bell buzzes and the doors unlock just as other students begin to pile into the lot. I run down the hall trying to find my locker. E183 is my locker and right now I'm passing E168. I finally find it but someone is standing in front of it.
"Um excuse me, that's uh-m my locker" I whimper. I hate meeting new people. The tall figure grunts and moves down and so do his friends.
God everyone in all the schools I've been to are all so mean. I've never had friends, and probably never will, everyone avoids me like the plague and I have no clue why. Hopefully that will change.
