The Confident Misfit

Memory Lane

 "Mom, I'm home," I stupidly said. Why would I say that? She isn't even here. Maybe I'm just trying to remember my childhood before all this shit started. Before Trish said the truth, before everyone I loved left my life. 

"Skye, let's play hide and seek! You hide, I'm going to count to 30 and come find you. Ready, set go!"

Running very fast, I hid under her step- brother's heap of clothes. 

"30! OK Skye, I'm coming to find you! Ready or not, here I come!"

Ten Minutes Later

"Skyeeee, your mom brought donuts for us! She just called and said if you don't come out, she won't bring them! Do you want me to be donut less?? "

Nope, not this time Trish. Worked for me last time, but I'm never falling for that again. I repeat, never! 

It took twenty minutes until Trisha accidentally stepped on me, giving up my hiding spot. 

"Oww, you huwt me!" I said in the best baby voice I could muster up.

"Haha, not my fault you have weak bones or hid under that stench ball. Get out of there now!" 

"No T, I really want to stay in this stink hole for another hour. " I said sarcastically. "Twenty minutes alone is enough to last me a lifetime of stink. Who knew someone could be this dirty? Actually, I take that back. I am way messier than he is."

"Yeah thought so. And yeah, you are messier than him. Your turn to count."

Pain wallowed inside me like a hurricane. Why was I thinking about all of our memories? Did I want to depress myself even more than possible? My happy days felt like an eternity ago. The days where the weight of the world failed to reach me. I was a child, a careless but optimistic child. I did things because they made me happy, not others happy. What happened in that decade? What went wrong? What mistake had I made for my life to become this? Julliard, well thanks for that, I guess. Anybody in this world would call me selfish. As I child, if I asked for something, it was there in a blink of an eye. My parents were and still are filthy rich, but only a select number of my friends had any knowledge about that. Even then, the whole school knew that my family and I were well off financially. My friend group was endless. I was the girl who was the nice popular, the type that was friends with everyone. If that wasn't enough, there was that whole singing thing. People who heard me sing would call me a prodigy, a born star. Of course, you can't be the star of the show without some haters. On an average day, at least two people would walk up to me and would tell me to either get lost, or I didn't belong in this world. The worst one being to kill myself. But, because I knew better, I drew to the conclusion that they were lonely misfits who were jealous of what I had. If they only knew the truth. Turns out, my best friend was one of those people in disguise. Why? Why would she try to cover that secret up for four years? Is it that stupid cliche saying, 'Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer?' Knowing Trisha, she wouldn't continue anything unless it helped her in some way. So something had to come out of this. But I still have to figure out what. The little make- believe story about her telling me later was a lie. She probably would have never told me unless I became a disgrace to nature in the future.

"I'm hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Daddy! What took you so long! Mommy and I missed you."

"Relax sweetie. I just went to the grocery store to get some milk. It was only twenty minutes."

" But you're never home now. When you are, we never spend any time together. You're always in your art gallery, painting. I never get to play with you anymore. It's not fair! All the other kids get to go on vacation and play as a family! What about me? Why can't I have that?"