Targeting Mr. Cupid: Revenge of the broken girl

Chapter 1 Revenge of the feet

Hello everyone, this is yours truly, one and only.

Izabeth Seyah Whales.

Yes, that's really my name. Despite of getting picked on by a bunch of kids during kindergarten, grade school, and high school, because of my well known nickname.

'Big fat Seyah Whale'

I was a fat kid back then, and my surname didn't help either. Not until I was in high school, the misfortune hit me-chased me, rather. With all the running through the hallways, neighborhoods, and sometimes half of the town, I managed to loose some pounds.

Though, I got picked on back then, costing my childhood with constant scars and scrapes, running away from the bullies when they corner me, and hiding in my room for a few days. I find my name precious.

I like my name.

No.

I love it.

But, there's just one thing that really is a pain in the butt because of my name, other than getting bullied of course.

For some reason, my name, won't vanish from the Cupid's target lists. And he keeps on matching me with random guys, either they're a snobby bastard or a desperate love seeker. You see, Cupid isn't a baby with wings that shoots arrows to two certain people and then they would magically feel the word 'love'.

No. The hell, no.

Trust me, I learned it the hard way.

"Izabeth honey, hurry up!" Mom called out for me from the living room. I took my phone, headphones, and my journal, stuck them all in my faint red backpack then sprinted downstairs. I tied my hair into a ponytail, wore my white and red striped glasses, and put on my favorite maroon sweater and black jeans. Oh, and don't forget my running shoes, Bloody red converse.

I know, it isn't obvious that my favorite color is red.

"Goodness, look at you," mom started, gasping, "Are you sure you don't wanna come back to school? You look like a high schooler in what you're wearing." Scanning me from head to toe.

"Mom, I just graduated high school a year ago."

She sigh, "Oh, I just wish you could continue on college."

"I didn't went to college 'cause we need the money more than spending it to send me and grab a course I don't even like. College is hell. A waist of time and money." I stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

Yes, I only finished high school and didn't bother to enter college. Mom doesn't have enough money to send me in the first place, even though she's pushing me to at least try and grab a scholarship. It's not that I can't grab one, I just don't want to.

"If your gonna say your dumb reason again, I'm gonna leave you without a lift to the cafe." She threatened. Who is this woman? How can she read my mind? Oh right, she's my mom.

Since I can't say it out loud, I'll just tell it to you guys.

I wanna be a writer.

Yeah, there's a course for that, but I don't need it. All I need is a pen, paper, and my imagination. Who needs school to be a famous writer? Not me.