I hate my life! I hate it! I hate it! I HATE IT! Why? Because first of all, my parents got divorced and now I'm stuck here with my annoying dad. My dad is always so strict and barely ever lets me do whatever the heck I want!
"Rita!" Dad called from downstairs. "Hurry up! You're going to be late for school!"
"I'm coming!" I shouted back. I grabbed my Three Days Grace backpack and walked downstairs.
Dad got up from the living room couch and we went out the door. We live in Connecticut, one of the smallest states in the USA. I asked Dad if we could live in a bigger state like California or something, but he said that it was too expensive. Another reason why I hate my life. Because we're not rich!
We hopped into his Jeep and pulled out of our driveway.
My dad looked over at me and frowned as he saw my scowl. "Honey, smile."
"Why?" I snapped. "There's nothing to smile about."
"Listen, young lady," he said sternly. "You better watch your tone and fix your attitude. And you should be grateful that you're not homeless like the children in Africa."
I just sighed and crossed my arms. "Whatever," I mumbled.
"Alright," Dad said, pulling into the school's parking lot. "Here you go. Have a great day, sweetie."
"I'll try," I murmured as I got out of the Jeep. As I walked to the school building; also known as jail; kids laughed at me and called me names. As usual.
"Hey! It's Rita the retard!" one guy shouted.
"You're such a loser!" a girl taunted. "You'll never have any friends because you're so ugly!"
Ugh! They are so immature! Can't they just grow up for once?
I entered the school and the hallways were crowded as usual. Suddenly, a guy came up to me and smirked. "Sup, retard?"
Before I could say anything, he knocked down the books that were in my hands. He laughed as he walked away.
I sighed as I bent down to pick them up. _Man, I hate high school!_ I thought bitterly to myself as I continued to pick them up off the floor. I noticed that someone else is helping picking them up, too.
I looked up to face an attractive-looking guy. He had dark hair, ocean blue eyes, and a very friendly smile. "Here you go," he said, handing me another one of my books.
"Th-thanks," I stuttered, mesmerized by his eyes.
"No prob," he said. "Cameron."
"Rita."
"Rita," he repeated. "Cool name." He nodded and smiled. He started to walk off as the 5 minute bell rang.
Why was he being so nice to me? Nobody in this school was ever this nice to me. Maybe, he liked me. Yeah, right! Why would a guy like that have interest in an ugly girl like me?
