Grocery Store worker&Brother Loving&Apartment Hating kinda girl

Nobody Cared

Prolouge

My fiery red hair blew In the wind surrounding my head in a red mass of hair. The wind nipped the tip of my nose sending shivers down my body,I didn't care I continued sketching the scene in front of me. With each delicate stroke of the pencil the picture came alive just a little more. The scene in front of me was a road being constructed,and the American Flag waving in the wind with soft chinks as it hit the pole. Rarely cars came through here so that's why I was sketching it. Not many people found it interesting unless you were the creative type. Writer,Painter,Sketcher it was all the same in some ways but different in others. When you wrote you wrote for others. When you paint you paint for others. But when you sketch, You sketch for yourself. Maybe every now and then for others but mostly for yourself. When I sketched I didn't care what people thought,I always took the ugliest scenery and transformed it into something beautiful. Some people say I learned,Others said I sketched nothing but trash,I say I was blessed,

Chapter 1

No One Cared

I hid in the shadows of my soul,hid until someone could find me. But no one looked,no one saw the art I made. No one cared that I was talented. No one said "good job Sarah" when I finished a piece. No. No one ever cared when I got hurt, Or when I was happy. No one cared. I was Sarah Martz. I had parents,But not good ones. My step dad came home around 3am or sometimes he didn't even bother coming home. My mother was a drunk. So she barely knew my name,let alone cared. She took no notice in my art and barely knew she had a second child,my little sister Marisol got all attention (when there was any) from the family. Money was scarce so we lived in a 2 bedroom apartment,my personal hell. I was really skinny,to skinny is what the doctors told me. But still whatever food we had went to my step dad mom and sister. I ate little and worked a lot. Didn't they say in old Chinese culture that the eldest what the one that should be most respected? I don't know. Well anyway back to my family. Joe,my step dad worked at a small company that sold used cars. My mother worked at a low class hair salon (she told everyone she had a beautician certificate but she didn't). Because of my family I had only one friend, Her name was Zelda Xing. We were both social outcasts. We had a lot of stuff in common both of our parents didn't give a crap . And we both were gifted and nobody noticed. Zelda could sing and I mean REALLY sing. Shes always wanted to be on American Idol but has always been to shy to go. You see that was the thing with Zelda she was always shy. But if she were writing this she'd say the same thing about me. That I'm shy because I just am and that was that. Zelda's father worked at the same company Joe, worked at, the used car company. Witch meant she wasn't rolling in dough either. But still her mother was a stay at home mother, and a horrible one at that. Her mothers idea of a stay at home mother was let the oldest take care of everything. So Zelda was in charge of her little sister,Yolanda. Yolanda was very annoying, witch explains why her and my sister got along. RINGGGGGG the school bell chimed. Wow,already? Time flies fast when your not paying attention,I sighed shoving my books into my threadbare bag and walked toward the door and shoved it open seeing Zelda holding Yolanda in front of her "Please?" she asked. I sighed and nodded allowing Yolanda to follow me to my ancient Chevy which wheezed, huffed and groaned to life. As soon as we got to the house Yolanda skipped off to find Marisol,yippee lets start the torture.

A/N

This is my very first story on Wattpad so please do not comment on grammar and spelling that would be much appreciated also alot of times I put a question at the end and whoever answers it first gets a sneak preview of the next chappy so my question is

In 2001 September 11 what major event took place?

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Not Exactly sure how to put the second part up so im posting it here

Chapter 2

Tears Of Why

I watched as Marisol and Yolanda played princess and declined when I was asked;no begged to be the prince. I sighed and pulled my history assignment out of my bag and started writing,it had been 2 hours and now the little brats were hungry so I pulled myself away from the paper and to the kitchen. When I opened the pantry I saw stale bagels,2 cans of alphabet soup and old taco shells, how useful I muttered to myself knowing I would have to go grocery shopping sooner or later,I sighed in defeat and pulled out the cans of soup and popped them in the microwave. Yummy,I thought to myself sarcastically as I handed them both a plastic bowl and they skipped off happily to watch television,I sighed and put my elbows on the counter pushing my hair back rubbing my temples,my life was so stressful. I finally stood up from my hunch and walked to the living room where 2 empty soup bowls sat for me 2 pick up,was I the maid? I grabbed the bowls and walked to the ugly excuse for a kitchen glancing at the broken dish washer I contemplated calling someone 2 fix it nah I didn't have enough money. I turned on the the leaky faucet and grabbed the sponge rinsing the dried soup from the inside of the bowl,I glanced out the window noticing a car in the driveway,my step dads car oh no I thought scrubbing the bowl harder grabbing a dish towel from the rack and drying the half clean bowls shoving them randomly in the cabinets I ran to Marisols room where they were playing with her Barbies "Joe's Home HURRY!" I said frantically,even though she annoyed me I didn't want her to get hurt,I knelt by Marisol and Yolanda and started putting the barbies in there place. DING I heard the doorbell,I told Marisol to get in bed fast and I raced toward the door shoving Yolanda into Zelda's surprised arms "Joe's home" Zelda gave a knowing look and raced toward the car Yolanda in tow Joe was half way up the rotting steps leading to our house now soon enough he'd be inside,I ran back into the kitchen and grabbed the coffee pot pouring out the old coffee and starting to make a new batch my heart was thumping if everything wasn't exactly perfect I'd be hit,over the fast beat of my heart I heard keys jingling what was he doing home so early he'll probably be in a bad mood I thought just as the door flung open and banged against the wall making the cheap glass vase shudder on the table. "Coffee" he barked at me as I poured a steaming cup into a mug burning my hand in the process,he ordered me around like a slave one time I told him that,it didn't go so well he started yelling at me about how I shouldn't disrespect him like that and then he beat me, like he always did. I handed him the mug my hand throbbing from the burn he took a sip and spit it out as soon as he did right on to me "This is coffee?" he said in a voice that told me to watch out. I ducked when he threw the cup at my head scared "D-d-d-don't" he sneered and smacked me clear across the face making me stumble into the wall. He chuckled menacingly as blood trickled down my face and painted the floor a red he kicked my stomach as I laid on the ground broken glass shards all around me I winced in pain he just smirked and said "Clean this up" and walked out. I lay still against the hard linoleum of the floor twitching in pain as glass stuck in my alabaster skin while sticky red blood poured from my face and onto my pajamas. I stood up slowly with every move I made I felt pain,with a trembling hand I reached for the broom and started sweeping up the bloody glass pieces and quietly mopped away the blood. As soon as I had finished cleaning I went to my bedroom and changed into a clean tee shirt and shorts and curled up in bed. Out of know where tears poured down my face,why? Why couldn't Dad be alive why couldn't I be a NORMAL teenager with boy crushes and normal parents that didn't throw a coffee mug at you're head when the coffee wasn't hot enough! Why! Why did my life have to be this way! Why did that drunk driver have to be driving and why was it at the same time my dad was! These thoughts ran threw my racing brain the tears still hot on my face and these were the last thoughts I thought before drifted off to sleep.