The Grinch's Monster [COMPLETE]

Different

In Whoville there's unique and different, unique meant you were special, different meant you were avoided like the plague.

It's been several months since I graduated from college but with no plans for the future I had returned to my hometown. It had taken awhile but I'm finally back on my old stomping grounds, unfortunately it's on the week after Thanksgiving.

From my window, I look down on the busy streets, Whos darted every which way with wrapped presents and large holiday grins. I roll my eyes before taking a sip of peppermint hot chocolate.

I'm not sure when I realized it but I hate the Christmas, not the occasion itself but the way it's treated here in all-too-perfect Whoville. All anyone cares about is the presents, feasts and decorations, we have a flippin' lights contest for crying out loud. Which wouldn't be such a big deal if it wasn't taken so seriously. I had stopped participating in Christmas years agao, all the hussle and bussle makes me sick.

At the sound of the front door opening, I swiftly make my way to the top of the stairs to eavesdrop on whatever hatred my family feels for me. I'm not disappointed.

"You're letting little lost Willy stay here for Christmas?" That's my older sister Emily, little Ms. perfect to a tea. "As much as I'd like to kick her out, she's family." That's Jerry, my supposed dad. "Step family. A real little sister wouldn't be such a sour puss." That's Jerry Jr my older brother.

Back in middle school, my real father left Whoville to fight in some great battle and got killed. Mom and I were heartbroken but everything changed when she remarried in my freshman year of high school. Her new husband, Jerry, had two kids a few years older then me Emily and Jerry Jr, all three hated me with a fiery passion. Since mom left on a business trip, they've made my life a living hell. I had hoped to leave it all behind me after college or that mom would come home but both ships had sunk into the ocean of despair long ago.

"Enough! You two are gonna deal with her and that's-" They stop at the top of the stairs, finally noticing me. I don't say anything, simply run back into my room and lock the door, slumping to the ground as tears start to fall.

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As night falls, I pull out a hand mirror that mom gave me. She said the only reason people made fun of how I look was because they were jealous. It was a nice thing to think about, but it's hard for me to believe it now.

I'm one of those rare Who's that never grew into her nose, along with one of the very few that dyed streaks in her hair and got extra piercings. That and my wardrobe choice isn't exactly something you see every day. I don't have a problem with it but everyone else around me does.

I hate the way everyone treats me. How I have no friends nowadays, nobody wants to get anywhere close to me. Something about the thought made everything click into place.

Pulling my worn leather suitcase out from under the bed, I stuff it with clothes and pull my red velvet winter coat over my simple green dress. I slip downstairs and out into the winter night.

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I currently regret my not thought out plan.

As I walk with shivering step up the side of Mount Crumpit that's all I can think. The snowy wind whips around me, freezing my limbs and blurring my vision. I'm so very cold and frightened.

With a groan, I slump over and everything goes black.