Welcome to high school, the place where you might or won't live. To get things started I should start off with saying my name, Zoey Miller. I'm officially a ninth grader, not to glad about it. To my peers I've been noticed as an outcast besides of my wild side. The only ones to witness that would be my best friends Skyler Clore and Zach Jones.
As the outcast I am, I have very odd taste in things. That's what others believe. Which means I'm shunned from everything cool in life. All the popularity and money doesn't matter, to me at least. I have friends and a family what more could I asleep for? I'm a teenager, I have my flaws also I have my obsessions. I'd describe myself as a girl who listens to alternative music and dyes her hair many bright colors to hide the pain. Recently I've come to over think why It's always me targeted for everything. I get over it eventually, sometimes I wish I could be brave and target back. That just wouldn't be me and it wouldn't have been right.
I should tell my story before I get into what's happening today. I'm fourteen years old, I have blue and black hair, I wear tons of eyeliner and I paint my nails. I have also got piercings, which are snake bites, gauges and belly ring. I guess I'd say I'm filled up with holes. It doesn't bother me; walking around like how I am today. I've been told I'm beautiful, I barely believe him. Later on I'll talk about him, he's an improvement in my life ever since I have met the guy.
My background is that I have five siblings, three girls and two boys. I'm second to last in the line. I'm not fully related to all of them except Hessa Miller. My little sister, she is nothing like me. I don't know how we're related but, we are. My other siblings aren't that important to me, we always end up in screaming matches. I don't communicate with them all that much. I rarely even talk to my mother about things. My father, he's a long story as well I don't like talking to him. He isn't the kind of influence I want in my life. A bump in the road is all it'll ever take to make me brake down and cry. More than others I get emotionally tired, I don't deal with the bullshit that happens anymore. It's overlooked and could get much worst even when your already living in hell. Though, I always manage a smile across my face.
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Reality
Non-FictionIn the words of an individual in a small world. Stories told by one whom has experienced mostly tragedies, dramatic out bursts, and some of that may even real to you. Which that becomes your reality.
