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"Look, I'm sorry!" A few words I have never heard...
I'm Merissa, 13, and now I'm making my friends call me MerBear, painting cute designs on my nails (right now its watermelons) and my favorite color is neon.
But I have suffered, lets just say, alot of pain.
I've never had my parents hit me, never got drunk or did drugs, nothing like that.
I couldn't help wonder, what if?
What if... My family was rich instead of flat broke?
What if... I had not been cursed in this awkward body?
What if... I had people (other then my family) cry about not having me?
I wouldn't change my life for the world. No matter how hard it gets.
**WARNING! THIS IS A COMPLETELY TRUE STORY OF MY LIFE! I DON'T WANT SYPATHY AND MADE NONE OF THIS UP!**
Lets start with an intruduction to basicly everyone I know.
My friends (Or who I would beleive to be my friends):
Kelsey: The most Christan person I will ever meet, pretty green eyes, dirty blonde hair, and she really can't see her own beauty.
Johnny: I call him Johnny Cash! He is talented at art and is... Well, goth I guess. He doesn't see a reason to live, I just tell him not to! (kill himself that is...
Katie: One of my newer FRIENDS and she is really fun and caring! She has red/brown hair and is kind of a ginger. She is tall and very funny!
Emily: I met at a camp and she is short and a grade younger then me, we text alot but not as much recently. She is really nice, but totally fun! She lives 45 mins away too.
The sad thing is these are really the only people I trust...
I only wanna go as far as that... I can explain later in the 'story' but you should get the picture by how they act.
Okay so should I start in grade 6??? Okay.
I was walking into school, you must forgive me as I only remember the gist of this day, normal day. Normal classes, I was approching a new style. I had long bown hair and no bangs. I was wearing a pink shirt and blue boot cut jeans. As well as arm 'sleaves' they went over your hand with 2 cuts at the top, 1 for your fingers another for your thumb, and 1 at the bottom, for the rest of your arm.
I had to admit, it felt nice. I was strong. And carefree.
Except for the fact my dad was in jail and I had no idea why.
At break I heard words that broke my heart. It was Keegan, and Kirin.
I only remember the gist of this day, anyway.
I heard Keegan ask if I cut, I heard her response; "Well, maybe. I mean she might get her cat to do it for her."
I, of course being the drama queen I was, told her off.
On the bus she said these exact words, as I sat alone. For the first time.
"I just went through a very painful friendship breakup." I cannot tell you how much I instantly felt sick. The same sick I feel often now...
A little while after Kirin got off the bus I heard someone else I thought was my friend say this; "Oh, look! I'm Merissa! I wear soooooo much makeup!"
My other 'friend' Kelsey laughed.
All I could do was try my hardest not to cry as they laughed.
I soon after forgave them both, I just didn't talk to them. Then one day I asked Josie if I looked like I cut.
