Everyone Has a Storyline

Homework can be pretty boring. Especially if it was your first day. Today was my first day at this high school, at West North High School. I came here from Miami, Florida. I moved all the way to Minnesota, St. Paul Minnesota to be precise. My name is Rachel Steele. I am 16 years old. It is currently in the middle of the semester and I know no one. Let's travel back to the day I found out I was leaving my home.

It was December 25th. I woke up this morning knowing it was Christmas. I knew this Christmas was not going to be good. I can already feel the hatred my mother had for me.

I was not at all pretty. I wasn't ugly, but I was not beautiful. I have an average body size. Not skinny, not fat. I was on the shorter side, standing at only 5'4. I had long caramel colored hair that was wavy at the ends. I had dull blue eyes and somewhat tan skin. I was a typical, normal, boring looking person.

I walked down the stairs and into the living room. My mom was on the phone, crying. I nervously spoke, "what's wrong?" I asked. Her head snapped to me when she heard my voice. She had bags under her dull, lifeless brown eyes. Tears streaming down her face. I rushed over to comfort her only to get pushed away. "Get away! I hate you! You killed your own father!" I didn't, it wasn't my fault. I was frozen after she said that to me. "please stop mom!" I cried out. I started sobbing. Knowing she was right. I did kill my father. But knowing your own mother hates you is a horrible thing. "You are a worthless human being who should be the one dead. Instead of my husband!" my mother screamed out.

My dad was on his way to my drama production. He was rushing and speeding down the highway. He lost control and ran into a tree. The impact killing him instantly. My father died 6 months ago and ever since then, my whole life has been turned upside down. My own mother hates me. She believes I killed him. It tears me up inside, knowing that if I hadn't done the production, he would still be alive right now. "You're on your own now. I just got off the phone with my friend, I'm staying at her place. Find another place to live, I'm selling the house!" She grabbed her purse and stormed out of the house. She didn't even warn me, I had nothing. What was I supposed to do now? I screamed in frustration, falling to my knees. My father is gone. My mom hates me. I have no friends and no one to talk to. I ran up to my room and fall onto my bed, crying into my pillow. Why did I feel so invisible? Why did I feel so unwanted? I hate myself and the person that I've become. I killed my father, and I made my own mother leave me.