CHOSEN (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER 1

Y'all looking for stupid? Well, that's me. I'm stupid. I live a stupid life. I don't need to be told. I am the dumbest girl ever. You think I'm exaggerating? I am absolutely serious. Listen, I am the only teen that can't stand up to her peers, the only teen who still couldn't eat even in public without staining her clothes, the girl who is hated by everyone even her teachers, the only teen who has no friend, the girl who couldn't walk in a straight line (I hit my head on a wall almost everyday), the only girl in high school who can't make it down the school hall without making everyone laugh. Yes, I'm that stupid girl.

And now...

As I stared down at the pool of spittle on my locker, I knew it would be the end of me. I looked up at the laughing faces around me and know that I was done for. I bent my face from their mocking faces and bite my lower lip. Embarrassment engulfed me.

Sluggishly, I opened my bag and took out my napkin. I wiped out the mess on my locker and ran outside. I'm fed up! I'm not going to cry in front of my classmates no matter what. I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

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"Mom" I dropped my bag on the kitchen table, tiredly.

"What's with that face?" Mom scrunched her nose at me (something she does whenever she sensed I was not fine) and i sighed.

"Another mess" was all I said before I walked out of the kitchen. I was not ready to hear her preach to me like she always does. I just wanted a cool shower and a deep sleep.

"It will be over, baby. Very soon" She walked to me and held my hands. I gave her my 'dont-you-dare-start-with-me' look. I wasn't ready to hear her talks.

I pulled back from her and ran upstairs. I'm not buying that today. Not anymore. I don't want to be deceived anymore.

I pulled out of my top without undoing the zipper and I got stuck. I screamed my head off as I tried to pull away the top. I'm claustrophobic and in that moment, I thought I'd die.

"What's wrong?" Mom ran into my room. She sighed and helped me out of the cloth, untangling my hair that the zipper had caught.

"It's alright, baby" She smiles reassuringly. "It's because you are chosen". She dropped the bombshell I didn't want to hear and I couldn't hold back my bitterness.

" Don't you dare start with me!" I said out loud. I needed her to know I want nothing to do with her talks. I want to live without those stories.

I wasn't  going to listen to her talks. Never!
I wasn't going to hear her tell me how I was chosen. I picked my top and yanked it over my head again but this time, I was more careful.

With not more than 5 steps, I was out of my room and out of the house, leaving mom standing there alone dejected. Well, I was dejected too. I was done. With all of it...