Well i wasnt dead, unfortunately. I didnt have energy though that's for sure. My whole body hurts and I feel like my throat is on fire. I just wanted to be on my bed, happy, just sleeping till Monday came.
I wasn't doing that. Actually I was in the middle of tying my tie that fitted perfectly with the new suit my father bought me. Why you may ask? For the ball of course. The ball that i didnt wanna go. The one that i begged my parents to leave me home for. Of course who would listen to stupid Alex.
"It is a opportunity to make real friends" i mocked my father with the words he had just told me. I have friends, its not my fault they are book and show material. My best friends are Draco Malfoy and Stiles Stilinski. And i may have a slight crush on Draco even though i have three boyfriends. Yup you heard ne right, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore and Klaus Mikealson.
I laughed at my own stupid mind. Real people are fake thats why im friends with people in my own mind. And as sad as it is, i am actually happy. I hear my brother laugh at the phone with his friends or my sister giggle at something her friends say, and all i feel is pitty.
My brother and sister don't even like their friends. They always talk shit about them behind their backs. And the worst thing is they are doing the same. We are surrounded by fake people and we don't understand. I did. I understood that even my father was trying to use us. So now that i dont do what he says, i am the black sheep. The abomination. The Kai Parker of the family, even though i cant kill my family...........you know that really is a good idea.
I heard a loud knock on my door then it bursted open "come on loser we have to go, no one will care about how you look anyways" my sister said walking downstairs and i followed her. Because this is what i do.
I, Alex Martin, follow the rules so i can break them when the time is right
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Im soooo sorry i havent posted my tablet broke and i had a lot of work at my school. thnx for the support
xoxo Arla ❤
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I, Alex Martin
ChickLit(This story is written by an idiot, non fluent speaking, 15 year old girl sooo read at your own risk) Alex Martin came from a rich family. Of course when you hear the word rich you think his life is easy. It is NOT. He gets bullied by the hottest bo...
