The Rich And Popular

My Life is the Worst

I turned around slowly and say the person I was trying to avoid, James.

"Hey James, I have to go change because I'm sweaty and all, yeah that's the reason." I said starting to get a little nervous. He didn't look very happy, I hope I did something that I won't regret.

"What the hell was that back there, you Know how long I trained to be caption, my WHOLE LIFE. Know you just ruined everything. Know all their trust in me has just vanished and their going to respect you, a girl more than me their caption." He said walking closer to me. Now some of that made me mad, just because I'm a girl means that I shouldn't have respect, that doesn't seem right.

"You should be like your mother and get up and leave, life was better when you both weren't around." He then started to walk away. Oh, hell no. Nobody talks about my mother that way.

"Don't you dare bring my mother into this, this is between the two of us, and my mother is neither of us. You can say whatever you want about me, but my mom has done nothing to you. Also, my dad cheated on her, my mother loved him, and where did that love take her, kicked out of her own house, to never see her son again, and with only $100 dollars in her purse. Now maybe you should think the next time you want to bring my mother into anything." I said then started to walk away.

I didn't want to get a ride with James now because who would? I texted Jamie, that I was going to walk home. She got it but never responded back, huh wonder why?

I still didn't know my way around this part of the city, but if you would have placed me in my old neighborhood I could tell you what every house near mine looked like. I tried to remember the way back to the mansion, by the way we drove to school, but of course I can't because I was always spacing out.

I started walking the way I think the right, after five or six blocks I could just make out the tippy top of the mansion. Once I saw that what I saw I knew that I was only about two blocks away. I wonder if Jamie got my text, it doesn't say that she has seen it yet.

When I got back to the mansion, I saw Jamie standing outside looking all concerned. When she saw we, she ran up to me and said, "Where in the world where you, I looked all over school, and then James said that you probably walked home, and when we couldn't find you here I thought you got kidnapped or someone killed you or you got hit or you were working on the corner, or---"

Wow this girl can talk, "Jamie calm down everything is fine, I walked home to get some fresh air, it's all good. I texted you that I was walking home." Maybe I just imagined that I just did that.

"I broke my phone and its being repaired today, did you not pay any attention to me in the car on the way to school. Are you okay? Do you need help? Are you going crazy? She grabbed my wrists and started shaking me.

"OW that hurts" oh shit, I didn't mean to say that. Jamie dropped my hands and looked at me all worriedly.

"Are you okay, here let me look you. Might have sprained your wrist when you tried out for soccer." Before I relished what was going on Jamie pulled my sleeves down and when she saw the arm gloves she looked at me all strangely. "What the heck......Evelyn"

I pulled my arms away but not fast enough, because she pulled down the gloves, and saw the cuts.

"EVELYN, WHAT THE HELL?" Jamie screamed at me. I didn't say anything and just ran to my room. Why it is even a big deal she knows how everyone else treats me.

She didn't follow me up to my room, must have scared her off. What was I even thinking? I should have run away when she grabbed my writs. Whatever, I should just start on my homework.

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GOODNESS SAKES, WHY DO RICH PEOPLE THINK THEY CAN DO WHAT EVER THEY WANT.

Like, Noah is having a party, on Thursday night. A FUCKING school night. Good thing I finished my homework. But now what am I supposed to do? Watch TV, read a book, look at a magazine. Well guess what, I really can't, BECAUSE MY STUPID BROTHER IS HAVING A PARTY.

I dehydrating up here, but does anyone care no. I don't want to have to go downstairs to get a soda. But, whatever I had to deal with people I don't like ever sense I was six.

When I started walking downstairs, I relished actually how loud the music actually was. You could get a head ack by just standing there doing nothing. I tried to get through the party and hordes of people without being seen, but of course with my luck, I had to run into the people that I don't like.

Like James and Britney for instance. Why can't I just go get a drink in piece, for once.

"Oh my god, look there's the fat attention seeking whore, why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your playthings the soccer boys?" Britney said stalking over to me. And then James had the nerve to laugh, and he one of the supposed "soccer boys." I really hate my life.

I just kept walking until I got to the kitchen to get me a soda. Surprisingly there was no body in here. Ne beer, no drunk people passed out, just a normal kitchen. That is until James and Britney came in.

I went to grab my sprite and said," Why are you following me, what are you some sort of stalker gang?"

You could tell how mad she got by the look on her face, oh it was so funny. I looked for a different place to leave because they were blocking the door I came out of. But of course, there's not another door. Why does my life have to be this way. Just my luck.

I didn't want to deal with any of Britney's bullshit so I grabbed another sprite, opened the first one, took a drink from it and dumped in all over Britney. They were talking to me while I was getting my plan ready but I wasn't listing, I know it was something about my body and how in a "slut" ever though they don't know me.

The look on Britney's face when the sprite went everywhere was priceless. My plan is done. I started to walk back up to my room. But again, just my luck, Britney comes running out all drenched and angry and starts yelling. What was she yelling about I don't know, I was just worrying about all the people who turned to look at us. And better yet the music stopped when she started yelling so everybody heard her.

I just want to go to my room good god. I tired of this, I threw my second soda at her and started walking up the stairs but of course one of her stupid minions were on the stairs and stopped me. She didn't just stop me, she also pushed me down the stairs.

It wasn't very far because I was only on the first couple steps but still, could people be anymore mean. But I had to deal with bulling my whole life especially after my mom went to the hospital. So, I know that if you ignore them they will leave you alone. But sometimes ignoring hurts more than latching out.

I just continued walking up the stairs and eventually they got bored and let me go to my room. I made it to the hallway by my room before I broke out crying. Why do people have to be so mean? Why can't they just let me live a normal life?

I went to my Backpack to get my exact-o knife blade. I know it is wrong but why would anybody want me to be alive? Especially when they treat me like shit? I know I already cut my writs, so I took off my pants and was going to cut my fat thighs. That was until I saw myself in the mirror, wow I look like shit.

I looked at my body and I saw my bones sticking out, even when I'm skinny I'm still ugly. I looked at my wrists and saw the scabs, the ugly, ugly scabs. Do I want to do that again? Do I want to die? I would be with my mom. We could be happy again. But, my mom would be so disappointed. I can't disappoint my mom, she has too much faith in me. And with that thought I feel asleep.  

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Hey guys, guess what. I'M BACK!!!!! I know there are only about 10 of you but, you guys mean a lot. I had to get some help, i got the help i needed and now i am going to start writing again. I did have a little bit of writers block but i got over it. SO i'm going to try to update once a week, but don't hold that promise. -A