Misery

Chapter two

Year seven was difficult . My father had been arrested for theft and hit and run . He had been sentenced for 15 years . I suppose it was a good thing because I wasn't being hit anymore but I had no one to sort out the bills or taxes . So my mother had to help . I didn't like her doing it . It always stressed her out . But it made her feel normal . In a good way .

School it self was interesting . I had made a friend called Zoe Patroni . She was so pretty and tall . She was really popular to . But that's what made our friendship die . About two weeks into school Zoe had a boyfriend called Callum Neal . He was the popular , sexcy young boy who everyone had a crush on . And Zoe dated him . For a week . He was dared to date someone and well when he told her the truth Zoe's heart broke .

I supported her but she ignored me . I wasn't popular enough for her and she ditched me for Kaycee Velma and Sandra Brewn . I felt like I never knew her . I began to walk the corridors alone . It was ok . I had time to think . I loved to draw cartoons and it helped my imagination . That is until the rumours began .

I never understood why Zoe began to change . I had never done anything wrong . I get I never hung out at the weekend but that's because Iam not social . Then I realised that she wasn't the one who was doing it from the begging it was Marnie . Marnie had befriended Zoe when she dated Callum and looking back I can see why Zoe ignored me .

It really stung to see them together and writing on the walls of the toilet 'Imogen is an Imodiot' . That was just stupid and I confronted them but they all just ganged up on me and began to threaten to punch me . Like my dad . Marnie had become selfish and began to use all of my traumatic home life as fuel to burn me down . It really burnt .

That's when I began to get fat . I stress ate and just after the summer holidays started , I cut myself. I screamed and screamed and then the knife was shining in the sun on the kitchen counter . It was as if it was calling me to do it . I picked it up and sat on the couch . I rolled up my leggings and made a small wound on the inside of my ankles .

It hurt so much but I never made a sound . I didn't want them to hear me . That's when my father burst through the doors with a bottle in his hand . "Hiiiii . Well if it isn't the weirdo . Huh I haha " I was mortified . How did he get out ? I kept thinking then I saw his tag on his ankle . Probation . This was just perfect . I became his punchbag once again .

As year eight began I started to become tired due to the loss of blood from my cuts and staying up helping my mum trying to ease her pain when ever she was home . Every single day a new rumour began ...

" Imogen is fat and a slut"
" Why did you hang around with Imogen ? She's ugly and unpopular "
"Imogen is such a slag . "
"IMOGEN ASTRID Is .."
All the words were like echoes in my head . They kept me up all night . And I ended up having nightmares about them in school when ever I fell asleep in class .

It was the same everyday . Miss deauce would always wake me up ..
"Miss.Astrid if you do not pay attention in class I don't know how Iam meant to help you " I jolted up and rubbed my eye . Miss Deauce was staring me straight in the eye . I could hear the rumours starting already .
"Miss Astrid !!! Can we have a word after class ." I nodded my head then slumped back down into my chair .

The bell rang and everyone left . I had paper thrown at me all scrunched up in a ball . I opened one and it had a hang man drawn on it with the words at the bottom , Go Die Slag ! That was from Zoe. The prettiest bitchiest girl in school . She preys on the weakest link . And news flash that's me .

Miss deauce wasn't much help all she does is just shake her head at all of them . That's all the teachers do because their boss is Zoe's dad .

Zoe's dad would always glare me out in the hall way . He was never the headmaster in year seven . He only became it because of what Callum had done . And also his precious little girl was caught writing nasty things (about me) on the wall . So he joined to prove that it wasn't her .

Miss deauce just told me to be more aware of what's going then she told me to go . I just thought that if she knew what was going in and out of school then she'd understand but I can not be put into support groups again . They never help . I just want to be happy . But that's never happen .

It never did either because shortly after new year , my mother was hit by my father . She fell down our stairs and she was in a coma . I had to be put in a home . My father was sent back to prison and I never saw my mother again . She died early hours of January the 3rd .

School started again and everyone stared at me . It was not a Hatred stare but a sympathy one . Zoe looked at me with these big eyes . And she began to walk up to me and she said "Your so brave !" Everyone clapped . I felt happy . I was thinking maybe they actually care but then she whispered "Iam going to take you down !"

I punched her pretty little face . Her fresh peachy face turned into a blood bath . I was expelled . I accidentally broke her nose . It never healed properly and its wonky now .