Love me, love me not. It's up to you.

Love me, Love me not. It’s up to you.

                One emotion has haunted my entire life. Love. It has been absent ever since I was born. My parents didn’t want me and neither did my family. I was a huge mistake. So I was put up for adoption. My adopted family loves me, but what does that matter. They aren’t my real family. Why would anyone love me anyways? I was a mistake and that is all I will ever be.

Chapter 1

                “Mia get down here right now! You are going to make you and your brother late for school!” Marcie yelled from the stairs. I checked my reflection in the mirror one more time before slamming my door and stomping down the stairs.

                “Try to behave today,” Marcie begged me as I shrugged my shoulders and followed Ryan out the door. I got into the passenger side and sighed an angry sigh. I hated school. The only good part of my day is when the final bell rings.

                “Mia, please try not to get into any trouble today. It is really hard on mom,” Ryan said starting the car and driving towards the school.

                “Well good thing she isn’t my mom,” I said with a smirk.

                “She is your mom. She adopted you and she loves you! You really need an attitude adjustment Mia,” Ryan yelled. “You don’t know how good you have it. Sure your real parents didn’t want you, but that is their loss, because you are one amazing girl Mia.”

                “Ryan just stop please,” I got out of the car and headed towards the school. The cheerleaders were walking in at the same time.

                “Well if it isn’t our little bad girl,” Chelsea sneered at me.

                “Shut your mouth,” I said angrily not even giving them a glance.

                “OH did you not get to smoke your crack yet this morning? Poor thing no wonder she is angry. She is going through with drawls,” She with sarcasm. Alright two can play at this game. I turned around and punched her in the nose. I heard a satisfying crack and walked into the school. I went to my locker and got the things I needed for first period. As soon as I got in the classroom I had to leave. Somebody was a little tattle tale.

                “Miss. Munroe why would you punch Chelsea?” Mr. Stern asked calmly. Folding his hands on his desk and looking at me.

                “She was annoying me,” I said simply sitting back in my chair and folding my arms.

                “You can’t punch people when you think they are annoy or because you don’t like them,” he said trying to remain calm.

                “So I can’t punch people when I have a problem with them, but Chelsea can spread rumors and mentally abuse people when she doesn’t like them?” I asked. “That doesn’t seem very fair now does it?”

                “These are two very different situations,” Mr. Stern started.

                “No they aren’t. One is physical and the other in mental. That is the only difference. Now you might want to fix this fairness issue before I tell the press about a father who is also the principal showing favoritism,” with that I get up and walk out of his office and head for first period with a smirk etched on my face. I was thinking about what lies I would tell the press when I ran into someone.