I'm Alison, I'm just your popular high school junior girl. I have a perfect life, and everybody loves me. Right? Nope, wrong.
Everyone wants to be me, and everyone envies me. However, if they really knew me they'd all feel sorry for me. I refrain from telling anubody about my situation because somehow it would spread. They would try to push me to get help or they would tell someone themselves. My popular girl reputation would be shattered. My life would be so much worse, yet so much better. My life is nowhere near perfect at home at least. And the people who should love me the most don't love me. Infact, I feel as if they hate me. And it really is the worst feeling ever. Sometimes I wish I could just fade away, or run away. Anything to get away from here.
I'd been sitting in history as I'd tapped my pencil on my desk, I was super bored and wanting class to end. I didn't want to go home though, I never know what I want. I want to avoid school, yet I want to avoid being home. As of now, all I know is that I want a Tylenol. I had a major headache, and I needed to talk to my best friend Chloe. "Okay class, please answer the chapter review questions on page two-hundred and ten!" Shouted Ms.Ackerman. The bell rang and the class charged out, leaving me standing by my desk alone. I'd picked up my book and slowly walked to the door. I received numorous nods from cocky testostrone filled jocks as they strolled down the hallway. I would simply nod and smile and proceed on to roll my eyes and sigh. I hung around the door to avoid the noisy crowd.
The shoes of the students squeaked on the ugly bronze tiled floor. The sound of a large amount of lockers shutting at once filled my ears and added to my headache. Once everyone had left, I'd quickly walked to my locker to get my backpack and all of my other homework. I slowly entered my combination as I'd sighed loudly, I was stressed from another day of high school. Once I'd grabbed everything, I slammed my locker door shut and put my pad lock back on. I'd turned around to see Chloe standing there waiting. Chloe was also very popular, she was five feet nine inches tall, had long straight black hair, and icy blue eyes. Her funky and glamourous style was rather intriguing to the students of our school. Sometimes I wonder if that was the only reason she became popular.
"Hey." I said quietly. She'd looked up from the ground and smiled.
"Ready to leave?" She asked.
"No Bryce?" I asked cautiously. Bryce was her boyfriend that has been the reason she's been hanging out with me less and less everyday. Whenever she's around him I want nothing to do with her. She nodded and I followed her to her car, glad. Once I stepped outside the cool autumn breeze hit my face. The cool air smelled of freshly cut grass and flowers. I'd stepped on the leaves and heard them crunch underneath me. We reached her car and I plopped in.
"So, do you want a ride home or do you wanna hang out at my place?" She asked. I'd ran my fingers through my hair and replied.
"Let's hang out at your place." I said, dazed by the autumn colors. She'd faced forward, turned on the engine, and put the car in reverse. I sat in the car, biting my long nails. So many things have been happening lately, it's been turning me into a confused, depressed, nervous teenage girl. Of course, Chloe wouldn't know that. Nobody would. I sighed loudly and Chloe turned to me.
"You know, I think you need to spend more time with Bryce and I." She stated. I'd looked over to her and raised my eyebrows. They'd spent so much time with each other that I almost never hang out with Chloe anymore. It kind of angered me, which is why I avoid Bryce and her whenever they're together.
"Why?" I asked. She'd shrugged.
"I dunno, you two just don't seem to like each other much. I want you to get to know each other before you judge each other." She said. I'd rolled my eyes, I thought we'd already talked about this. Why can't she see that Bryce is taking her away from me? I guess that's what love does to people, It blinds them.
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Never Good Enough
Teen FictionAlison is happy, she has friends, a good family, she's popular in school, and she's found a cute guy. The only problem is; it's never good enough. Alison is haunted by her past full of abusive parents and the constant worry that her parents will fin...