The World Is Not My Friend...

Chapter 1

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      Hi! the names Luna and I am really excited for this story I have created for you!!  So please enjoy the story and comment on what you think of it!! I also want you to know this story is copyrighted so please don't copy my story. This is fictional and all the characters and storyline do belong to me and  I just wanted to confirm that from me so YEAH! Please enjoy my story and have a Puurrrfect day !!!!                                              - Luna <3 xoxo

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       Why? Why are people so cruel to me? What have I done ?  The thoughts circled though me

like a pack of vultures gawking at their next prey. It was currently 3 o'clock in the morning, and I

was sitting on the bottom of my bathroom floor, soaked in my own warm, sickly, hot tears. I

looked down at myself in disappointment. For so many years in my life I have been mentally and

physically abused, because of who I am or specifically who I represent. The daughter of drunk-

curseing mother and a father who is ever barely home. My father even missed my birth because

he had a urgent "work" meeting that came up and that he couldn't miss is. The real work that

my dad is probaly going to a bar and hooking up with the first woman that catches his

eye. That was really set my mom on her path...well her drinking and cursing one.

      I remember it as clear as day too... the day I first time I really caught her drinking and her

being drunk. I was 10 years old, and I waiting for her to tuck me in for bed since she used to it

since I was a baby. Then a half hour or so I noticed she wasn't comeing up. So I went down the

stairs  to see why she  wasn't coming up. When i turned to corner into our kitchen I see my

mother passed out on our  table with alcohol prodects sprawled around her. Being the kind of

protective child that I am I tried to wake her up. Stupidest decsion I've done. My mother eyes

widened like a child on Christmas day but instead of joy and happiness it was replaced with

anger and annoyance. I stepped back in fear.

              "What the hell do you want?" my mom said with anger. 

              "I.. was waiting for you to tuck me in?...Mommy ?" I stammered because of my craving fear inside waiting to come out of me.

              "Tuck you in? Are you fucking 5 years old or something?" she asked in annoyance. 

              "But... you always-" my mother cut me off.

              "Well I DON"T anymore... UNDERSTAND KID!" she yellled at me.

             "Now go away or whatever you do OR I could beat you but I don't feel like it right now so GO FUCKING BUG someone else because I don't care about your problems." she said.

      The tears flung from my eyes and I ran up to my room and started to full ball out cry in my

bedroom, until my mother screamed at me to stop or she would come up there and shut me

up. Then I went slience the rest of that terrible night and stared at the door fearing of what

would happen if I didn't stay quiet.

              "Ahhhh horrible memories ! Don't you just love em!" I said to myself sarcastically. Well

that was like at least 4 years ago so... The only really thing learned from my mother in the last 4 

years is that to NEVER mess with my mother while she drinking, obviously I learned the hard

way. Right now though I'm 14 years old and I start my first year of high school. Great Now I have

to deal with my mother's drinking problem and high school Just GREAT!  Just my luck!  I slowly

got up from the bathroom floor and looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I saw how the

way my wavy black locks of hair swept over my almost pale like face. my face had a dull to it as if

it was my soul was tired of going through this every few days.  I turned my sink on and I cupped

my hands bowl like and put umder the water. As the freezing cold water hit my bowl like hands,

I shivered from its coolness. When I grabbed enough of the water and I brought it to my face,

and I splashed it on my face.  My morning face was no more and it was replaced with my

everyday face. I turned the water off and I wipe my hand off with a towel. I do this everyday as a

reminder for myself. The saying is... Even if you have the worse of worse days one the day has

pasted and a new one has come, leave the old throughts and old faces and splash them away

and replace it with new throughts and new faces. 

                                                                                                          I'll live by that  forever...

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Hey  I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and I hope you stick around for more of Kate's unfolding story!!

                                                                                                                                       - Luna <3xoxox