I'm an only child, I don't see my parents and life sucks like hell.
Its as if they want to get away from me, but I don't dwell on it because seriously I dont even know them. I love them still, like they're my parents. But there's nothing that really keeps me grounded.
As soon as I opened the door and ran up the stairs, avoiding the clowns and various other things that I have phobias of, and slammed my bedroom door behind me. Phew.
I have this thing, well a fear thing. Being alone. Sometimes its great to be alone and have some chill time but when you think your alone and your not - like the stories you tell as a kid - really messes my head up.
I wish I wasn't alone. I used to have friends, before I moved here. They used to like me, they still do, I know they do. Amy and Emily text me at five everyday, without fail. For the past two months I've lived across the country from them.
Having a new friend would be nice I guess... But Amy and Emily still really like me, a lot, which really surprises me.
I have dark brown, almost black straight long hair with the least attractive eye color possible - one green, one brown. I look like a freak, it makes me face look lop-sided. Don't get me wrong, its great to be different, stand out or whatnot. But why me? Its just annoying.
I opened the lid of my laptop, scrolling through my various social media.
Jane has a perfect life, deep blue eyes, blonde wavy hair that was always looking amazing...
A sudden knock came from the door, three loud clear thuds.
Please be mum, please be mum, I chanted as I wrapped myself in my blanket and rushed down the stairs to the door and opening it without thinking twice. That doesn't happen a lot, usually I just ignore it.
I almost winced at whoever was standing there, I just hope its not a postman cause signing those things really stress me out.
My clenched fists tightened as I found someone different awaiting. I found this surge of courage inside me, I felt like I could actually defend myself, without the pepper spray hidden in my back pocket. I'd never seen someone so extremely odd.
Someone different.
What if I'm not the only one?
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