Be looked at, be judged, be happy...

Chapter 1

Hey guys! All of my stories have been erased so I'm restarting. Enjoy!

Another day, just doing the same old all the time. Why don't I get out there? Oh yeah, that's right, I'm freaking weird. Hopefully I make a change and fast because today I start high school.  Watch this year be the same again. Walk in, embarrass myself, be bullied, have my identity revealed, then transfer somewhere else. I never bother to make friends because I'm just going to move again. So what's the point? I realized my alarm clock is still screaming at me so I get up and decide to get ready.

I had my outfit out already, excited for first impressions. After drying my hair with a towel, I put on a black and teal blue snapback and wear a black button-up T-shirt with a pair of black skinny jeans. I wear my black Vans and a black and teal blue mustache bowtie. I'm about to leave as I forget something important, my binder. I undress quickly and add it onto my chest. I haven't done the transaction yet, but I'm saving for it. As I'm looking in the mirror, I think that today might be different.

As I rush downstairs, I smell my favorite meal cooking. My Mom was making chocolate chip pancakes and scrambled eggs with chocolate milk in the fridge, waiting for me. "Good morning baby." my Mom said, greeting me. "Mom, this much food? I'm not going to be able to eat it all you know." I say, waiting for the lecture. "Destiny, I know that you don't eat, but that's gonna change. I'm tired of you looking skinny. I don't care if you're nervous, you are gonna eat. You understand?" she yells. "Yes Mom." being careful on my of wording. I'm scarfing my face so I can leave already. As I'm ready to walk to school, my Mom rushes to kiss me goodbye. "Bye, I love you!", she says. "Bye Mom, I love you too.", I say, practically running out of the house. I hate home. My Dad left me when I was in 4th grade, beating me since pre-school. I hated him with my everything. It was just my Mom and I for 5th grade, then my Mom re-married in 7th. He's pretty cool. I feel like his kid not just because he raised me, but we have a lot more in common than I do with my actual Dad. On my way to school, I couldn't help but think, will today be different?