Night And Day

Chapter 1: The Introduction

Michelle's POV

Hi I'm Michelle Morales I'm 16 years old and I live in Boston, Massachusetts. I live in a small house with my older brother Carlos and my mother Angela, my father lives in New York. My parents had divorced about 2 years ago and my father decided to move to the big apple whilst my mother and brother stayed in Boston. I attend a local high school that is about three blocks away from my small abode. It's an okay school the only problem with it is the people that actually attend the school. I wouldn't say that I'm a shy person, I just keep to myself a lot and mind my own business. I have a few friends but I only talk to two out of school their names are Kayla and David (but I call him Dave). I'm surprised that David is actually my friend because guys don't really look at me and say "hey I wanna be friends with that girl" not that I blame them ever since the sixth grade I've been dubbed as the weird girl because I wrote a love letter to my crush saying that I wanted to marry him and move to Disney Land so we can have royal babies. Yeah young Michelle was definitely watching too many Disney movies. I met Kayla in the eighth grade we had math together and sat next to each other, we instantly hit it off and copied off each other  almost every time we had a test. I met David in my freshman year of high school, he was new to the school and I'd decided to stop being a reserved potato and introduce myself to him. I showed him around the school and we stuck to each other ever since.

Now that I've introduced myself lets get in to really real stuff. Throughout middle school I was kind of the outcast of the school. Ever since I wrote that letter to my sixth grade crush all the kids in my school would tease me but then the teasing took a vicious turn. At first it was light hearted teasing and then it escalated to mild bullying. Hold up let me explain I know it sounds a little crazy. As sixth grade ended a new girl had transferred in and she was interested in the guy that I wrote the letter to. Of course I wasn't interested in him after he made fun of me for the embarrassing letter, but since I was the talk of the school she wasn't to happy about it. Seventh grade came and she already had her little group of basic "popular" girls and that's  when the bullying started happening. They would get at me for everything and anything if it wasn't my hair it was my body, if it wasn't my body it was my personality. I was called ugly, stupid, a cow, knappy headed, fat, a hoe etc. everything in the book. It didn't bother me at first but after being told these things for two consecutive years straight it began to create a lot of insecurities. I started to become even more shy, I was no longer the bubbly-loud person I was before. I was insecure and sad because of some girl that didn't even know me and that was jealous because I wrote a little note that people teased me about.

I told my mom about the struggles in school and she went in to school to talk to the principle, she was not opposed to the fact that she had to come in to school because she did it all the time in elementary school. I used to get made fun of in grade school too but it was quickly dismissed because the kid moved to a different town. That's when my anxiety started to be more prominent and it got worst when my parents had their divorce. Anyways when my mom came in to school she discussed the problem with the principle which resulted in him having a private conference with the girl's parents. When eighth grade came to an end she completely stopped bothering me. And I was left with the insecurities, sadness, and paranoia of people doing that to me again.  

Part of the sadness was because of her but there is another part that has nothing to do with her. The separating of my parents added fuel to the fire. They divorced around the same time I was going through my middle school bullying. 

I don't really talk to my father at all. I'm not mad at him, I'm just still getting used to everything. Plus it's not like he is making an effort in to fixing our relationship. Me and my mother barely talk, she is always working so I don't see her as often as I want to. And when we do see each other we argue. We go at it for everything. She always complains that I'm always in my room or that I never smile. But how can I if I am not happy. Instead of giving me a shoulder to cry on she gives my loud arguments that make me feel even worse. 

Me and my brother are the best of friends. We go to the same school the only difference is that I am a sophomore and he is a senior. My brother is kind of like the best version of myself but in male form. He is everything I was before: outgoing yet reserved, loud, friendly, funny, and confident as fuck. He helps me when I'm in my dark night times and is there with me in my bright days. He is my protector he protects me from most of the bad things in the world, but not everything.

Now that I have introduced myself lets continue on to the story :)

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I hope you like the introduction to the story! sorry if it was a little short

by the way I want you to imagine Michelle being a little fuller in shape than Yara Shahidi just for the story line

Anyways thanks for reading <3