Can't Help... Falling in Love.

The Real Me

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Lexington, Sc, USA

Back of World History, Shadow High.

Mascot: Black stallion.

528 Barkley drive, Lexington, Sc 29072,

Five corners down from Armum Alibi's Apartment complex.

Why? Just why can't I understand any of this?! I put my head down on the table thinking about what to do, and why we have to learn about dead people. Most of them are hypocrites anyway. Stupid World history class. I can't comprehend any of what she's sayi-- WAIT! Let me start from the beginning.. Oh and, yes, that's me. I bet you're probably wondering who I am and how I got here. No? Too bad.

Well, let me introduce myself. Hi, I'm Armum, and I'm a junior at Shadow High. I am a Roman, and I speak Latin fluently, though, I am bullied because of it. I try and brush it off but... Sometimes it's hard to do.

My parents already hate me, so can the kids at school just give me a break?

You're probably tired of my ranting, so I'll just get back to what I was saying. I'm not sure if it was a joke, but my full name is Armum Alibi. Or, "Shining Armor" in Latin. I don't see why I would be called that. It definitely doesn't fit my looks. Yeah, it's definitely a joke.

I'm actually quite short and scrawny. My hair most definitely isn't a golden blond. Quite the opposite actually. I have this stupid, ugly black hair. Even when I have to look formal, my hair's just like "Nope!" and looks like I just rolled out of bed. I hate it so much.

Then there's my eyes, gods they are worse than my stupid hair. They are this silverish color, I guess.

When I lived in Rome, the kids would always ask if I was Pluto's minion. I can't believe they just judged me so quick, based off of my appearance. So what if I have Silver eyes?

Nonetheless, they still thought I did deals with the Devil. One time was especially bad.

I clenched my fist at remembering the large scar across my forehead from when one kid had their father come out and confront me for being "Satan's Ambassador".

In reality all he did was throw an old olive oil bottle at my head.

Yeah, I definitely don't live up to my name of "Shining Armor".

Anyways, most people just call me A. Something about being too hard to pronounce my real name. Whatever, and yes, by most people I mean my two trustworthy and closest friends, Scarlett Watson and Jaxx Clarke.

They are both much more popular than I, the nerd. I don't know why they stick by me, after all the pain it's also caused them. They should just make fun of me like everyone else.

Even so, those two have stuck with me through everything. All the

bullying, abuse, and drama. We've been best friends since the fifth grade. As you can probably guess, we bonded over hating our teacher.

It wasn't that typical "I hate my teacher, they give wayyyy too much homework!" excuse most kids would make. No, instead she singled me out and made fun of me because I was struggling to speak English.

Jaxx and Scarlett stood up for me, and I am forever in debt for that. The reason being, they took me in their friend group and taught me how America works. As well as how to speak the language. Some of the kids stopped making fun of me, but my parents hated me even more.

For three years all they said was, "You brat! Acting like you are all special, when the only reason you can even talk is because you begged for help!"

When I brought up the teacher my 'mom' (I can't even consider her a mom.) would say, "Good." With an evil smirk she continued, "I give Ms. Dowlinge full permission to give you extra homework, punishments, and detention, if you or your so called "friends" talk back to her again."

Meanwhile my 'dad' (same with him.) would just snicker and tell me to clean, cook, do all my homework, achieve perfect grades, and learn fluent English by the time they got home from the bar. If not, I would be beat. Again.

That was impossible. How do they to expect me to learn an entire language in four hours? So as you can imagine, my life was a living Tartarus. Every. Single. Day.

I shuddered in my black pullover hoodie. I have scars and bruises all over my back and arms from nights like that. Just thinking about it brought me back to one of those nights...

It was my eleventh birthday, and I just wanted some sleep, so I passed out without completing any chores.

Eventually my parents came home and threw me off of the bed. By bed, I meant the mat I sleep on, in the corner of the living room.

They would start off by yelling, and calling me names Juno definitely wouldn't approve of. Being the goddess of family she is.

Eventually my mother would throw flower vases, and other glass objects at me. Then my father would throw bottles at me as well.

I learned to just accept that that was my life, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. Besides if I tried to stop it, it would just get worse.

I shook myself out of those dark memories. I knew it was worthless because I would just have to deal with it again tonight.

All of this because I had just moved to America halfway through that year, so I was still learning the language. I was born, and spent all the way through fourth grade living with my Aunt Nebula. I lived in her small villa in Rome, and so did my parents for a while.

Unfortunately, when I was in first grade my parents decided to try a fresh start.

So, they collected all their money and bought two plane tickets to the US of A. They only had enough money for two tickets, so that's why I stayed at my Aunts villa in Rome. They probably thought "Hey, we are doing our son a favor! Every kid just wants their parents to leave!"

No, they didn't do me any favors, not. at. all. I am super grateful for my Aunt, though. She's more of a parent figure than my real parents could ever be, and guess what? I'm perfectly fine with that.

Eventually, my parents bought me a ticket on a fish boat heading to america.

I had thought that maybe in America my parents were ready to be a real family. Little did I know, they just needed someone to blame for their debts.

But, you probably don't care about all of that. To you, I'm just that weird and lonely kid who gets bullied, right? "I know that's all I am to you, and it sucks.." I mumbled out loud.