Hi. My name is Dyamond Glimerr Heroe, and I am a completely average person. I have long, luscious, flowing, white hair and startlingly gorgeous violet eyes, and long tanned legs, and I'm curvy but not fat, and I'm tall (but not too tall). My skin is free of all those annoying blemishes most teenagers have, and I never smell bad (in fact, I smell like roses even when I shit). I am also white.
My family is filled with love. We have no problems. My mom can spend as much money as imaginable and not do any work at home at all. There is a staff of 10 maids, 1 butler, 3 professional Gordon Ramseys, 2 drivers who drive our 5 different ferraris, and 3 footmen. My father is not only the king of the unknown, mysterious kingdom but also the number 1 CEO, of Ggoole the best company to have ever existed. We also own the biggest garden ever and flowers blossom even during winter. We own a whole zoo, basically— alligators and lions included.
Despite all this love, I want something more. I hate my ever so average life with my ever so average family and our very average lifestyle. I want to feel what it is like to be different, to be poor.
One morning, I was awoken by my evil mother's gentle knocking on my African Blackwood door. Seeing that I was reluctant to wake up, she went back to the bottom floor of our ten-story-high and lavishly decorated humble middle-class home. "Dyamond, you need to get up," she said. All I hear is her complaining, "Dyamond, you're a horrible daughter! You suck!"
I sighed. A tear escaped my eye, but I knew how to deal with it. I was always unloved. I stood up and put on a blue sweatshirt and some black sweatpants, because I wasn't the average girl and I hated girly colors like pink. I started crying because I was depressed and then I leapt out the window (because I'm unique) and ran all the way to school. Cars honked at me as I ran across the street in front of them, but I ignored them. None of you know what it's like, I though, having a life like mine.
I reached school and instantly saw her. Karen Sharon. The girl who made everyone miserable. Her dyed blonde hair was shiny. Her blue eyes were cruel and icy. She was super-skinny and wore $1,000,000 clothes to school. At her side was Bad Boy, a dark and mysterious transfer student from somewhere no one knew. He carried around a gun. His hair was dark and perfect, and his eyes were GRAY. VERY GRAY. SO GRAY THAT I WILL MENTION THIS MANY TIMES. I felt my heart flutter, even though I hated him. Around Karen were who I called the Mosquitoes, five girls who always surrounded her. They were all fake dumb blondes, and they copied Karen. At the moment, they were talking to each other like stupid preschoolers. One said something about not knowing a math problem. How dumb. That's a problem I could solve in 1 minute.
"Hey, Dyamond," said Karen. "Do you know what—"
"Ugh, get away, b*tch," I said to her face. Can't she realize that no one likes her?
"Hey," said Bad. "That's kind of mean."
Maybe it was, now that Bad had said so. But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. "You're dumb," I told him, and marched off to Calculus, because I was the smartest student in the school. Because of that, I was bullied.
I got to class and slid into my seat. A nerd came up to my seat and I grimace with disgust.
Suddenly the door opened and Karen walked in, followed by her mosquitoes. They must have bribed the teacher to be here, I thought. I bet Karen kissed him or something, that dumb blonde.
Bad walked in, and sat next to me because for some reason that was the only available seat even though the room was empty a minute ago. "Go back to your girlfriend," I spat at him.
He looked hurt for some reason. Oh, I thought, he actually hates her.
"There's no seats over there," he said. "Do you not want me to sit here?"
"Well..." my heart fluttered. I looked into his deep grey eyes. "I guess it's ok. You know, I love you a little bit. I always have, since you moved here last week."
"So do I," he said. "By the way, I have a dark and tragic past that involves dead parents and a dead girlfriend. I never formed connections and was always mean to girls, but you are so amazing that I will instantly forget any trauma I have and fall in love with you and be perfect."
"Wait," I said. "Why didn't you tell me about your tragic past before?"
"Because...Dyamond, I am a werewolf."
"Oh my god!" I was shocked, but then I was okay with it. We were in love, after all. "Can I be a werewolf?"
"No," he said, staring at me intently with those grey eyes. "It's too dangerous."
"OH EM GEE!" yelled Karen. "Bad, you're a what?" She ran out of the room screaming, followed by her mosquitoes. Ugh, stupid Karen. Werewolves were just people. She is so stupid.
I passionately kissed Bad, now that we were alone, when the door burst open and a wolf ran in. He turned into a muscular shirtless blonde dude. I was instantly in love with him.
"You're my mate," he said, kissing me passionately. "Let's get out of here."
I sigh blissfully, completely forgetting about my boyfriend-for-a-single-period, Bad. "Yeah, okay..." Bad's complexion instantly turned darker out of jealousy.
The stranger swept me up in his arms and ran out of the building, past all the students. Some teachers tried to stop us, but Shirtless Dude murdered them sexily. I loved how he killed.
"Yay, you got a boyfriend!" shouted my token black best friend.
"Oh my gawd!" said the token gay dude.
We, well, he ran past Karen and her band of mosquitoes. As we passed, he pulled out a magic wand and cast a spell on them called Trumpismo. They started yelling and calling everyone communists, hiding their tax returns, dodging the draft, almost starting nuclear wars, polluting the earth, and assaulting girls.
Outside, he took me to a forest and set me gently on the ground. "Yes," I said. We did it. You know, it.
"I love you... please, follow me until the end of the world."
"Okay," I said, but just then an arrow hit me in the heart. It was Stranger's long-lost evil father.
"You knew this would happen," he said, turning and walking away.
"Stranger..." I whispered, bleeding out but not in that much pain. "Please, just... I have one request."
"Whatever you say," he said. "We have all the time in the world as you bleed to death."
"Just... take care of the child. I love you."
"What child?" said Stranger.
I was still able to hear him, despite major blood loss. "Our child."
A foot away from us, in the green glowing grass, lay a small baby. "Dyamond..." said Stranger.
"I love you," I whispered, feeling the world go dark.
~The End~
