Everybody hates me! Why was I born? It’s not like I serve a purpose in society. It’s not like I could, even if I tried. I suck at school, from my grades to my social life, and my parents are scrape-the-barrel poor. They were really very rich as young people, but gave away their money to some charity that “needed it more than they did”. Please! What do they know?
My name is Zoey, in case you were wondering about that vital, but totally irrelevant detail. Right now, I’m walking along a busy highway on my way home from school, pondering the meaning of life while throwing stones at passing-by cars. Look at them! Just driving by without a care in the world. What’s so special about them? That they can live life without a single bump on the road? I guess that’s why I’m throwing the stones.
