How It All Started

My Family Kicks Me Out

CHAPTER 1
MY FAMILY KICKS ME OUT
I don't know why, but I feel like writing about myself, and letting you know my story.
My name is Marcus, but everyone calls me Marc so it has become my official name. It is pronounced as
Mark with a 'K'. I'm European, I'm fourteen, and I live with my family in England. I don't know why, but my
family had put me in an American school in England. I know it sounds weird. So yeah, I'm in middle
school. I'll tell you one thing, my life is horrible. It's like a nightmare. It all started with my family.
I have a brother, and one sister. I just hate my family so much, that I don't have words to describe them.
My dad is weird. He's has drinking issues, which makes his weirdness worse. He's often drunk, and by
the way, I call him a sot. Well not exactly call him that on his face, if I do, he'll kill me. He goes drinking
each night. When he comes back he beats me for no reason. I don't have any clue why he does that. Its
always me, he doesn't even bother to raise an eyebrow on anyone. Well my father is not the only
problem you see. Even others, they are worse.
For instance, my mom. She yells at me for no reason. You would see her yelling, and screaming all
around. If somebody asks her what is wrong, she would blame me and say that she is sick of me. As for
my siblings, you can imagine even worse. I'm not going to tell you about them, it just makes me puke
even when I think about them. So, I don't want you feeling sick either. I'll just give you a quick
introduction though.
My sister is in high school. Everybody just loves her so much. She is that one so-cool girl they say. I
never understood why everyone likes her. I mean she is really girly and all.
My brother is in college. I don't know much about him, but I do hate him too. He would make comments
about me everywhere I go. In other words; he does not mind his own business.
That was a quick introduction of my family. Now about myself. Well, the first thing I would describe about
myself is that I don’t have any friends at all. I don’t even talk to anyone. Every one hates me. I believe it’s
because of what I write in my notebook; that I carry every where I go. I guess you could call it a diary if
you want to, because that is what everyone says when they see me carrying it.
Forget it, I’m not going to tell you what I write in it.
I get bullied a lot. This one time, I went to school and a guy named Louis called me. I hate Louis. He is
my classmate. He is probably one of the biggest bullies in my school.
“Hey Marc!” He shouted from the hallway. At that moment I was putting my books in the locker.
Suddenly, I heard his voice, and I just knew what kind of horrible things he was up to. You know, he
always does something horrible to those he hates. That puts me number one on his list. So basically it is
always me who he picks on and does whatever he feels like doing. He plays with me like an old dummy.
That you would definitely don’t want to touch because its too dirty and ugly looking.
When I heard his voice, I started to walk away.
"What do you think that you can run away from me?" continued his voice. I couldn't stand him any longer.
"What do you want from me?" I shouted. I felt like if I'm about to cry and hoped that my face isn't as red
as it felt.
I saw Louis's face expression, it was as if he was trying to hold himself from laughing really hard.
"What do I want from you?" he said that with a disgusting look on his face. "What do you have? Nothing
but a stupid diary you carry, you punk." Louis grabbed my arm and turned me towards his ugly huge
face.
He had only a few hair on his head. His eyebrows were brown and thicker than a normal would have. He
had dark round eyes and was growing a beard.
I hated to look at his face. I think that he wasn't even that ugly, but his attitude towards me and others
made him uglier. I believe people could find him attractive if he only stops being a jerk to everyone. He
always made me cry one way or the other. Even when he isn't talking to me, he would make me cry.

That was because he would always make new friends. And that makes me believe that I'm probably the
only person on earth who does not have any friends.
"Look Marcy, nobody likes you, and nobody wants to see you, so don't ever show yourself to anyone,
okay?" His voice was calm but threatening. As if he would kill me if I didn't do something he asked for me
to do. And I don't doubt that he will have mercy on anyone, I don't believe he would even hesitate to kill
someone.
After saying that, Louis shouted something which I cannot recall. He let go of me, I lost my balance and I
fell to the ground really hard. I was almost feeling dizzy. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't, I saw
his face through my half opened eyes and he was giving me a nasty look and he walked away.
At that moment I wished if I could just die or something. I didn't wanted to live this life anymore. I
shouldn't have been born at the first place. I got so mad and depressed that I started to think that the first
thing I'll do when I go home is to kill myself. I'll attempt suicide. I would be free from everything. This
world doesn't understand me I thought.
The bell rung, school was over, Everyone came out of their classes pushing and shoving each other. I
got up from the ground and wiped my eye. I didn't really cried, but I was sad; maybe I shed a few tears.
That day I walked home. The wind was sort of different that day. I mean like the weather was sunny and
windy. I never experienced something like that ever before in the past fourteen years. My instincts told
me that something is very wrong. But I didn't care. I went home.
When I arrived home, everyone was shouting. Not at me for the first time. They don't even pay any
attention on anything I do. They just hate me so much.
"It would've been you!" My father shouted at my sister.
"No!" She yelled back.
My sister glanced at me and started screaming, "It's him! Marc did it!"
I was totally blank. What could I have done? I just came back from school. And they saw me coming, its
not like they were blind or something. Everyone started screaming that 'it is me'. And I still had no idea
what they were talking about.
"Whoa! Wait! What me? What did I do?" I cried out.
My mother narrowed her eyebrows and ordered my brother to kick me out of the house.
He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the house, and threw in the back seat of his car. He started
driving and I couldn't even sit properly, the whole time I was bouncing. He drove me to a place, which
was more like a ground and was covered with dead trees. He got out of the car, opened the door of the
back seat and held me by my shirt around the neck and pulled me out of the car.
"You're not coming home. You stay here until you die!"
"What did I do? For god's sake what the heck is going on?" I cried out.
"Oh, just shut up!" He barked. He gave me a --smirk and got away, leaving me in this place.
So, that is what you call a family. I wonder if anyone else in this world has a family just like mine.