"Krista!, Get down here! your eggs are getting cold!".
"ermm. w-what?" I was in a dead sleep. Enjoying a very good dream that only comes once in a while. But of course mother has to go and yell at me thinking its alright to ruin my precious sleep!
"KRISTA MAY BARNES GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE OR I'LL GROUND YOU FOR A MONTH THIS TIME!".
I instantly got up. I hate being grounded. Its probably one of the worst things a parent could possibly do to a child. When my mother grounds me, she takes away every possible thing in my room, and forces me to stay outside. Rain or shine. if I was grounded for something I did really bad, I would have to clean the outhouse. I don't even know why we own an outhouse in the first place. But my father always wanted one apparently. So I guess that my answer to my question.
"KRRRIIISSSSSTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAA!".
I instantly ran downstairs to the dinner table. Thats exactly what happens everyday to me. I blame it on my brain.
"Sorry! I was... brushing my teeth". I lied. But I don't want my parents to yell at me about not paying attention. Believe me, I heard it many times and I'm not in the mood to hear it again.
"Well hun, lets just hope you like a cold breakfest in the morning". Kristas mother, Marilyn Barnes says in frustration
"I'm kinda used it". Krista laughs. But no one else laughs, so she stops in embarressment.
Krista's Dad, Paul Barnes breaks the silence, "So Krista, got any ideas for your sweet sixteen birthday?".
Oh god please don't even mention it! I thought with irritation. Every year for my birthday Its always just a family night out. I don't have parties like normal people do. I could have one if I wanted to, but I don't have any friends to invite. The only people I have is my family, and my family is not very large. So lets just say, I've been dreading this birthday since the last one.
"Aren't we just doing the same thing we usually do every year?" I exclaimed.
We don't have to have a family outing. Said Marilyn. Why don't you invite your friends over and have a slumber party? That would be fun!
I stare at my mom violently and my mom immedietly saw my wild eyes in anger. She somehow always forgets that I have no friends. Anyways, I hate everyone at my school.
"Family outing it is" sighed Marilyn.
"Krista, is it really that hard to make friends? I mean all you have to do is shake hands and get to know each other!"
"YOU JUST DON'T GET IT DO YOU?!" I shouted, so loud that everyone jumped in fright.
"Krista! Watch how you talk to your father that way! Now sit do-"
"NO! Do you guys even realize what I go through every single day? No of course not, because you weren't even there! People at my school hate me with a burning passion! They think I'm some ugly slut who spends all her time with some douchebags and steal other people's garbage! I get pushed around, I get name called, I recieve all this stupid hate because you know why? I'M NOT BEAUTIFUL. And I'll never have friends because I hate society ! NOW WILL YOU JUST. LEAVE. ALONE!
I run upstairs before my parents could even reply. Tears start running down my face.I slammed the door, buried my face into my pillow and cried. Cried my heart and soul out.
"Why?" I asked myself. "Why me?"
I hear my parents mumbling downstairs.
"They just don't get it ! What else is there to say!?" I thought with frustration
I lay there on my bed, staring at my scar on my left wrist which began to glow.
"I wish I had at least...... one friend."
"Someone who.... understands me."
"Someone who thinks..... I'm pretty
"Someone who...... Loves me."
I stare at my scar as it glows vividly, and I thought to myself
"How the hell did this happen to me?"
