Unearthed

Ch.1

Life is a pain in the ass. You'll never know when something bad is going to happen, so what do you do? Be happy. You sit there in bliss then - BAM! - you're drowning your sorrows in junk foods and rom-coms. The sense of loneliness fills your hollow heart until you feel you can't breathe. No one wants to feel like that. Whoever is in control of our fate is a real jackass. Putting us through so much just so that maybe we can find true happiness. What a bunch of bullshit.

I don't mean to rant like a child. I've just really gone through some crazy things to get to where I am now, which is not a good place.

I was a good kid. Got good grades and had a loving family. We lived in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. I was also a lonely kid. Still am. I've never had many friends - none actually. I loved my life until one day broke me and my family apart. I've never felt so out of place after that. If I was alone before, I was a complete introvert after that. That day sealed my fate. And it wasn't a good one. At least I thought it wasn't until now...

The day started out as normal - at least for me - as it usually does. I went through my morning routine of showering and dressing. I don't wear many colors. My wardrobe is mostly made of black and purple. My eyes are a light violet color, so I dress to match them. They're the weirdest thing about me. Especially since I was mixed, it was a noticeable contrast to my tan skin.

My mother was a black woman and she was a college mathematics teacher before she became a stay at home mom. My father was Italian and not a very good man before I was born. He was into some crazy, deadly shit. His problems actually almost got both of them killed. Luckily my father decided to join the police force once I came. Don't ask me how cause to this day I have no idea how he finagled that one.

I grew up in a not so nice neighborhood. All my class mates made fun of me because I wasn't all black. The girls made fun of my untamable hair and crazy looking eyes and the boys said it was because I had cooties. It's funny now but back then it hurt like hell. Then they got physical and I had to learn to defend myself. But that never mattered when it was most important. If I had remembered to defend myself my family would be okay...

I hop in my rundown '87 Chevy truck. It was blue with two racing stripes on the front. Blue was, surprisingly, my favorite color. Nothing but my truck and my room were that color. She drove as nice as she could, but the bitch was loud.

As I'm driving towards Salem College I feel my stomach drop. I have no idea why it just felt like I was going down a rollercoaster, but it didn't feel good. I pull into the school parking lot and park in one of the closest parking spots. As I'm walking towards the building I get this prickling feeling over my skin like goosebumps. Someone was watching me. I couldn't see anyone looking at me, so I brushed it off and kept walking. I had to hurry and get to my first class.

The bell rings as soon as I get all my books in order. I have five minutes to get to class or I'll be late. I walk in the door and my classmates are being shuffled around. Mrs. Lochett is calling out names and reassigning seats. Yes, we are too grown to have assigned seats, but this lady played no games. She's a plump woman who isn't aging so gracefully. She's got that resting bitch face which is probably why she's very wrinkly. She also has a bitchy attitude to go with it. She's hard on all her students. Now she's assigning different seats because some people won't sit quietly while she teaches. Someone get me out of this hell hole.