I'm Broken

Chapter 1: It Started In The Morning

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It Started in the Morning

​It's been going on for three months, two weeks and six dreadfully long days. How do I know? I've been keeping a tally chart under the dark oak desk in my room since it began. But this time, it's by far the worse than any other day before.

​Most people would die to have the life I live. A huge mansion, rich parents, unlimited servants to wait on you, money to buy any single thing my heart desires and the works! Who wouldn't want a life like that? To put it simple, me. While most people crave having a life like I do, I hate it and wish it away every chance I get. I would do anything to have a different life other than the one I'm living. Before you jump to conclusions, thinking I'm just another one of those snobby rich brats, hear my story.

​It all started in the in the morning. I was on my way to school in my new designer jeans and crop top—I have no choice in what clothes are in my closet because according to my mother, I "have to keep up our family's reputation"—when a senior from my school, Brad Lemmings, drove by in his black sports car. I knew I was in trouble as soon as he pulled over and rolled down the window. Before I had the chance to react, my face was covered in cherry slushie, instantly freezing my face. I could feel the slushie dripping into my shirt and sliding down my stomach, and I could feel my hair sticking to my face from the sticky drink. Once I was able to get it out of my eyes, he was already gone and I was left with wet, sticky clothes, a slowly fading brain freeze and five minutes until the warning bell. By the time I got to school, more than half of the students knew and were there to laugh at me.

​First, second and third period dragged by with me wanting to jump out the window to stop the teasing. I admit I also wanted to hit them over the head with a frying pan. Lunch was no better. I had my plate of spaghetti dumped on me to go along with my slushie covered clothes. Fourth and fifth period weren't that bad. I had swimming—most of the people on my swim team haven't really done anything to harm me, although one person has tried to drown me—and a free period which I spent once again in the library reading—for the eighth time—one of my favourite books. After last period, I left as soon as the bell rang, hoping I'd miss the preying crowd. Of course, luck wasn't on my side...

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Hi! I'm Emma, also known as the Daughter of Hades. I've decided to update my Wattpad story to the good copies! Let me know what you think, if I should change anything or if you find any errors! Please let me know! Also, please vote, comment and share!