I have always been
walking alone. It is normal to me if no one notices me. Sometimes, I wonder why
I was brought into this world, and sometimes even why I‘m alive. I feel nothing
except pain, and all people bring to me is pain. I have no one except my
family. Oh, my family. It feels like I don’t even have one. They no longer care
about what I do, and, well, they basically ignore me and forget about me all
the time. Sometimes I think I aren’t even a part of this neglecting family!
At
school I get into tons of trouble: if teachers don’t leave me alone when I
don’t want to work, I yell and curse at them. But that only prompts me to end
up in detention. I always get to school late and class too. I don’t follow
dress-code rules, and I definitely don’t listen to the teachers. People at
school see me as the goth, trouble maker. The thing is, yeah, I am a trouble
maker, but I am not goth, though I do dress up like one sometimes, I'll have to
admit. I listen to rock and R&B, and I draw and write. I can sing and
dance, but I don’t do it anymore. Oh, and before I forget, my name is Rachel
Bliss. I am a brunette with blue eyes and tan skin. I have a tongue, belly
button, and nose ring, and my whole left ear is pierced. I just thought you
should know.
Even
if no one notice me because I am new at a school, guys would kill for me. That
is, until I start making trouble and doing weird things. Oh, and saying weird
things really kills the mood too.
I
am seventeen, and the best part is that this is my last year in high school. I
have also just transferred to a new school, because my father has just transferred
to another office.
We
used to live in Georgia, and now we have moved all the way to North Carolina.
Great. A new school, a new house, and best of all, a completely new life.
Great, great. But I have a goal this time: I shall not push people away. Not
this time. Yes, I am still going to be the same trouble maker that I've always
been, and I will still dress the same. I shall just not say or do the stupid,
weird stuff I used to do to push people away.
We
finally arrive at the airport. The trip seemed to go on forever. But I am happy
to be out of it. I push people out of my way as I run out of the airport after
getting my bags, and I can hear people cursing and jeering at me as they drop
their luggage. I don’t care. I just want some fresh air.
As
the doors open, I step outside. Yep, it isn’t a dream, I am finally in North
Carolina. It sucks, but I hate airplanes. I never want to travel again. This is
also why I will never get into my dad’s profession: he travels to different
countries every week, and I never see him. Yet I don’t see why he has an office
if he is never there anyway. But right now, I don’t care: it is his
office-transfer that has caused the move, and right now I can’t really say
anything other than “Yuppie!” Yeah, that maybe sounds a bit silly, but there is
nothing I’m going to miss about Georgia, and maybe it will be different here.
God, I really hope so!