I was eight and you were nine. One day, I was playing with my dolls and right there and then at the front yard of my house, you were walking by and teased me that my hair looks like a Christmas tree even though it was still summer. And again, for the 7th time that week, I cried and ran to my mom.
"Mom, he teased me again. I hate him. I can hate him right?" I complained to her.
She smiled as she said to me, "You know what Kath, if a boy teases you, he likes you."
At the moment, I couldn't understand why boys are like that. But since my mom said that, I believed her. I always thought that she was always right. So the next day, I was playing with my dolls, and you were riding your bike. You noticed me and stopped in front of our lawn.
"Kath ratatattat!' you shouted and rode away with your bike.
The next morning, you and your friends passed by my house. I noticed you and smiled. Startled, you tripped over and fell from your bike. Embarrassed, you ran to me, grabbed my dolls and ripped their heads off.
"Why would you do that? I thought you liked me?" I asked with tears in my eyes.
But you didn't answer. Instead, you twisted the arms and legs of my doll and said to me. "Now your dolls are the same as you, ugly and stupid. Why would I ever like you?"
Your laughter echoed the street as you and your friends rode away with your bikes, and left me crying.
I couldn't sleep that night. I was crying for the longest time and my eyes slowly closed and I drifted away to sleep.
Until now my heart hurts just thinking of that memory, and that's why I'll never love you.
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"Class dismissed!" the professor shouted. During this whole entire class, I wasn't paying attention. Our memory when we were younger, came back to my mind. All of the pain in the past came rushing back to me. But do you know what hurts the most? Knowing that while I'm stuck here in the pit of pain, you're over there, happy, enjoying life, and not feeling guilty at all.
While I was suffering because of my mother's death, and my stepmother abusing me, you're over there living freely. Life is so unfair.
"Kath! Class is over! Get out!" the professor yelled at me which snapped me out of my thoughts.
I quickly packed up my bag, and I ran out the door. It was already lunch time, as usual, I didn't have any.
I work at a coffee shop to earn money. I pay my own bills, food, etc. My mom died when I was 13, my dad was remarried to an evil bitch who abuses me for no reason. My dad doesn't know about her abusing me, I won't tell him. I never will. The reason I pay my own bills, food and etc., is because my dad left me with my bitch of a stepmother. He works at Brisbane, Australia, while me and the evil bitch lives in Melbourne. She treats me like a pig, and when I don't follow her orders she'll turn into the evil witch that she is.
I have thought about running away, but I'm still 17. And I don't have anywhere to go. And as much as I hate the bitch, I can't leave my dad. He comes back here every month and I still want to see him. He's all I have.
I walked to my locker to grab some books. But as I got closer, I saw someone. Someone who I never ever want to see again. Someone who left without saying goodbye.
Jack Andersons.
The boy who broke my heart.
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AH. FIRST CHAPTER OF THE BOOK.
I LOWKEY CRIED WHILE WRITING THE START OF THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE I CAN RELATE TO THIS.
BUT ANWAYS, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER. NEW ONE WILL BE UP SOON.
BYE.
,V
