Feeding The Hungry

It's the Prologue :) Thank you for reading :)

      “What’s your name?” My monster of a teacher asked. “Stupid.” I answered as I’d been told to for the past 5 years. “Now Stupid, what are you going to do after I kick you out?” I’d practically memorized how this went. “I’m going to go to the bathroom, look myself in the mirror and call myself ugly.” Anger jolted through me but the fear over rid it. “And then, what are you going to do?” It said with that smirk that i’d always wanted to scrape off. “I’m going to get in trouble and land myself in detention, where i’ll be spending it with… you.” I forced out through clenched teeth.

    Now, you must be wondering why all this is happening. I’m warning you, my life is not the sunniest one in this cold world. When I was seven, my mother left dear father and I alone.  Not that I blamed her. Dad wasn’t even sober enough to notice her departure until about a week later. It just went downhill from then on. It was hard finding work for a seven year old. Eventually, i landed myself a job on the streets. I’d pick up garbage and sometimes even found leftovers to tame the hunger in me. Dad sat on his old rump, not even glancing at his daughter. We barely survived for the next four years.

      As I turned eleven, my dad declared that he was getting married to a woman he apparently loved and vise versa. In other words, he loved her money and she loved his good looks. She was rich and dad and his ‘new’ family were happy. Me? I wasn’t even considered as a family member nor his daughter but he was forced to ‘keep me’ (his words) till I turned 18. Victoria Clarke- the woman dad married- was an evil witch sent from the darkest corners of hell. Even more so were her twin daughters, Ashley and Amy. ‘Perfect’ girls they were. Their microscopic bodies, tanned skin, blonde hair, and sparkly brown eyes. At first they were nice enough to show me to my room. I thought, ‘hey! a chance to have friends almost my age!’. They were a year older and they looked harmless. If only I knew what was to come in the next years of my life. 

      Bullying, pranking, mentally scarring, you name it. And daddy dear had more important things to do like wiping an imaginary splotch of dirt off his shiny leather boot. No need to attend to his daughter at all. I was the outcast in my appearance too. Mother dearest passed on the brown hair and grey-blue eyes to me. My figure was not to die for but it was pretty average and so was my height at 5’7”. In all, i was the ugly freak loner of this entire century (as Ashley nicely put it).

      How could you blame me? If you’re reading this because you feel pity or sorrow towards me then I suggest you stop reading. If you’re reading just for the fun of it or you’ve had issues like mine, be my guest and read on. 

But this is not your typical high school story. This story is my story.  

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-Rose <3