I remember. I remember the times when a happy kid ran and played with her four other siblings. Times remembered. Saved as memories. Memories burned. My bedroom still resembles happiness; yellow-green walls with bright pink curtains and little glow-in-the-dark flowers on the wall. Their smiling faces a lie. What if they had emotions? What if there was a frown behind that plastic smile? Just like me. I'd take them down but i don't have the energy to get up and do it.
I feel chills run up and down my legs. Laying in my bed while my family does whatever it is they are doing. They hate me. Tears stream down my cheeks silently as i think of them. I have decided to block them out. I don't need them. They ruined me. Now my whole body has chills and i'm sad and tired. I want to sleep but it is only 8:30 and it hurts when i close my eyes.
I always remember that i am privileged but being privileged doesn't require me to be happy with myself. I feel like an ugly mess with no purpose. A storm of emotion nobody will help sort out. At least it is friday. I will not have to put up with the judgmental critics at school. But still i must go back on monday.
As the weekend went by, i find myself back at school mindlessly roaming to class. As my homeroom teacher calls out "Jade Stevens" for attendance i raise my hand instead of calling out. I don't like to make a scene and have everyone look at me as i speak. Periods 1-4 go per usual, i sit silently in the back and hope not to get called on.
As i make my way to the cafeteria for lunch i stop in my tracks. People file by me but i can't move. Two boys are sitting at my usual spot where i would normally sit alone.
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Sorry this chapter is short but it's kinda just an intro to my story! I hope you enjoy it. Please tell me what you think :-)
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FanfictionJade Stevens is an outcast who lives a life full of stress and sadness. But she happens to meet a boy who goes by the name of Michael Clifford whom could possibly change her life for the better or for the worse.