I'm different and it's okay. It's okay because people don't really notice me anyway. Well besides getting called names. Sometimes it's hard because I don't fit and that sucks. The other day someone cried over a dead cat but my life is so much more fucked up than just a dead cat. You see that's why I'm different I have real problems that I have to face. I'm an outcast with a fucked up life. Nobody care and nobody ever will. My life is a mess and nobody should get involved because they will be dragged into the mess of my life and the mess of my family. My life is just so fucked up I can even explain. Life is just hard and school is just worse. I just can't really take all of this a once but who cares. Yeah exactly nobody cares anymore about the girl that is fucked up and has real problems. My parents have a good reputation in my town. So for me to be an "outcast" is against them and if I tell them that I'm an outcast they tell me that it just a phase and I will get over and that it is just a part of growing up. The kids at my school don't help that because they call me a rich bitch, and I'm a freak and so much more. So right now my life is just so amazing.
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"Elizabeth Ann get your ass down here right now"
Oh fun that being what I wake to on Saturday. I get out of my bed and go downstairs to see my mother and father on the couch talking about me. My mom had a letter from the school in her hand. I go and stand right in front of them and look at the ground because I have not been going to school to avoid people so I already know I'm going to yelled at.
" Sit down now" my dad yells.
I sit down on the chair and look down again.
" Elizabeth Ann look at and tell me why you have not been going to school Now" he yelled again.
I look up and just start to cry. Once I calm down I tell them that I get bullied and what people say about me and that I want to just leave and never come back. Once I'm done they don't have anything to say. My dad finally brakes the silence and says "If you really feel that way then we will take to a mental hospital because we know you don't get bullied and even if you do it's just a part of growing up so pick one you either get the hell over it or you go to a mental hospital." My mom chimes in and says " So what is your choice?" I don't say anything to them I just go back upstairs and shut the door. I barry my face in my pillow and cry I cry for so long I just cry myself to sleep. Why dose life have to be so hard and why dose it have to suck so bad. Mabey I'm crazy but this not just a phase because it's been going on since I was in 5th grade and right now I am in high school. I hate my parents and my teachers and all the kids at my school. I have two really good friends but I don't really hangout with them anymore.
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I go down stairs and face my parents and tell that I'm fine and that I made everything up and I was just trying to get their attention. I tell them this because they can never know how I really feel. When I go back to my room I lay down in my bed and I listened to music and drift off.
