Life as I know it

I lead a pretty normal life as far as normal goes. Who am i kidding? Thats not really true. Truth is, i was poor. Really poor, i thought life couldnt get any worse. But thats the thing with life, it likes to surprise you. Life wasn't my best friend..... It had it in for me the minute i was born. Everything about my life sucked, i had hit rock bottom. But then they came. And i knew i was wrong. I hated them. Who were they to tell me i was adopted? Who were they to tell me that i was sent off with my fathers best friend into hiding and given a new identity the night my father was murdered 16 years ago?Who were they to tell me that my entire life was nothing but a lie? The day they came wasnt different from any other day. I was at school, i can remember it so clearly. The day the lost princess was found. She didn't want to be.

"Libby! LIBBY! GET UP RIGHT NOW OR YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" i groaned and burrowed deeper into my cozy cave of blankets. I felt so warm and safe in my bed. I didnt want to face the real world, i wanted to stay in bed and dream of a life that would never be mine, my fairytale life. There are no fairytales in the real world, only cold, harsh reality. I felt my haven being ripped away and was greeted by a angry looking male face. "shove. off jay, let me sleep" "get your lazy arse out of bed you're going to make me late. AGAIN" was what i heard before i was blinded by a bright light "arghh close the bloody blinds jay!" i said as i buried my face into my pillow. My brother left the room shouting threats over his shoulder leaving me to get ready. I let out a very unfeminine groan as i tore myself away from my beds caress. Pulling on my navy blue uniform i began mentally preparing my self for the day. I had math, english, science, history, visual art then P.E. I mentally face palmed myself. It was going to be a horrible day. I was most definitely going to get sent out into the cold, winter weather for "misbehaving" in maths. I didnt do any homework for english because i was too busy with work to even make a start, so there was going to be trouble there, same deal with science and history.Visual art was going to be hell, the teacher i had, Mr Black, is the biggest dick ever. P.E is the worst of them all, i loathed it with a passion, i used to love sports, all the running and games like rugby and soccer, but that changed when i moved to australia. I just wanted to fit in with all the australian girls and if that meant dropping my grades and ditching sport then so be it, but then after a while i genuinely stopped caring. I have to work to support my family because dad quit his job when he started to get a bad back, i paid for a chiropractor but it doesnt seem to be helping. We have no food in the cupboards and we rely on the clothes people throw out to keep us from nudity. I earn only $8 an hour and work in all my spare time. We have just been evicted and have untill the end of the month to move out. School work is the least of my worries. "You better be ready libby! Because i'm leaving!" jays voice broke my train of thought and i rushed down stairs. I didnt have time for breakfast, not that we had any, so i rushed straight out the door and met jay outside. "God girls take so long getting dressed" he said grumpily before turning on his heel and heading down the path, my brother was not a morning person. "Shut up. I was barely 10 mins" "whatever just hurry up, we're late now because of you. Walk faster!" thats my brother, he thinks he controls me, he seems to forget that i am a year older than him. Mumbling a few rude words i start walking. Each step i take brings me closer to the hell hole i call school. I dont know why i hate school so much, the classes are actually insanely easy, or they would be if i bothered to pay attention, and i am one if the most popular girls at my school. "stop bloody daydreaming and hurry up!!" Jay's voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. He's so impatient and rude, how he is one if the most popular boys at our school i will never know. It could be something to do with the fact that everyone worships our older brother, Justin, and also me being popular might have helped. That may sound conceited but trust me im not shallow. The other kids at school? Much different story. I wish i was someone else. I wish my life was different.

Becareful what you wish for.