The CheatSheet

Chap. 2

INVERY'S POV:

You know, when life gives you lemons... You shove that shit back because they aren't what they seemed. They aren't the perfectly sweet and sour lemons others would want. They are just rotten on the inside and you never knew that till you set yourself up for failure. 2 years... ALMOST 2 years I thought that my parents were dead and in reality they just- just LEFT me! Left me here to think that I could never get them back and in some ways they were right. I can't! My parents are dead to me. They died in that plane crash almost 2 years ago.

I walk into school and I feel everyone knows something I don't, knows something about me that I haven't told them before. Did I forget my contacts? Is it Wednesday and I forgot to wear pink? 

'Are they not going to let me sit with them?!'

I laugh slightly at my own joke, knowing I have way too much shit going on in my life for me to care about what they think about me. Laughing some more to myself as I remember all the times I was bullied for not having parents anymore, that I was just more of a freak. You remember when you were younger and you just wanted to fit in? To do anything and everything to just feel part of the group. Well, I'm done trying to fit any ones mold they try to make for us. 

I turn the corner in the hall and hit a wall.

The wall grunted in response to my hard headed running smack into it. 

Oops, not a wall. Just a dumbass who can't watch where their going.

"Sorry beautiful, didn't see you there" a manly voice said as I look up to meet his eyes. Nothing special, no corny line in my head about how amazingly bright they are, or how the color is hard to really tell because they seem to change every second longer I stare into them. 

'Fuck, I did it didn't I?'

"Yeah, maybe you're the one who needs glasses" I half joke, half grunt at him. I could feel my forehead heating already from the impact. One by one I have male after male come into my life and all I ask for is maybe a CHICK OR TWO?! Maybe that's my fault? Lord, I have the hardest time talking to people...

He chuckles with a smirk before he replies with a single word, "contacts". Collecting myself, I take a step back and observe this specimen in front of me. He was wearing Nikes, basketball shorts, and a basic T-shirt.

'Hm, looks normal enough'

"I'm Isaac, in case you wanted to know" Isaac introduced himself. 

"I didn't, nor do I care. I'm Invery" I replied quickly turning to leave. I could hear him behind me with a mumble , how the fuck do you spell that. I shake my head and laugh,

'Bet people wonder how to pronounce it all the same '

I swear it's not that complicated: In-ver-ee. My mom picked it after meeting this woman in a indigenous village when she was 6 months pregnant with me and the woman told her that if I was named Invery I would grow to be strong no matter what came my way. Maybe my parents knew then they'd abandon me and wanted me to be strong without them. I mean, look at baby sea turtles, they hatch and crawl out the sand, into the sea without the help of any one. They didn't need parents and it appears I don't either. The same as the turtle, I didn't have  a choice in the matter. I just have to find my way through the waves.

I continue with my day, class after class, upon dreadful hour after hour, and for what? A diploma that basically says, "Congrats! You finished your Pre-Hell 101. Now on to real life where no one is gonna give a real shit you have this piece of paper  unless you really wanna become that manager at McDonald's" , and even then sometimes they require a bachelor's degree.