Falling

Carmen

Um...hi. My name is Carmen, obviously. Well what's to say. I'm from Idaho but I moved when I was 5 to Ireland or a.k.a Hell. You can imagine a girl who is skinny like the girls you see in the magazines, or the girl with perfect life, getting what she wants, and the girl who has so MANY friends. Well guess what? I'm not. I have curves instead of being skinny.so no I'm DEFINETLY not the girls from magazines. I have the opposite to a perfect life. Many friends? Oh how I wish. Instead I'm being teased and beat up like shit at school. People at school don't like me because I'm not like them. I'm sorry I'm not skinny. I'm sorry I don't have much money. I'm sorry I'm not funny. And I'm sorry I don't fucking spread my legs faster than wind. I'm sorry. Knock. "Carmen wake up." said my mom knocking on my door. I groaned. Monday. Ugh. Can I die? I groaned and got up and got dressed. I wore a white shirt with a pink heart with small writing in it saying "Your The One". Then I wore light blue ripped jeans with my favorite, my white converse. I then added jewelry then did a messy bun. I didn't care. I head downstairs. I then see my mom cooking and smiled. It was only me and her. My dad left when I was 5. Why do you think I moved? I live with my grandma. She's the best. She's probably sleeping. "Hey Hun. Sit an eat?" she asked. I shook my head. "I'll grabbed something on the way." I said not hungry. "Oh ok." she said slightly. There was a knock. I opened it to beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair. "Hi Niall." I smiled hugely and hugged him. Now I know what you are saying. "Oh you love him!" No. He's my best friend and he knows that. He hugged me tighter. "Hey Carmen." He hugged me. My greeted him but we left quickly to hell. as I opened the door I felt the cold, winter air of the morning of Mullingar, Ireland