My LifeA Chapter by livelovelaugh98Tiger-Lilly explains her life. She has no friends (just an obnoxious boyfriend) and a poor messed up family. Now shes seeing more and more images in her head...and they're not always nice.As I walked down the hallway I examined the groups of friends laughing and talking. I wish I could be like that, I thought. But I can't, everyone hates me. Everyone thinks I'm weird, so they just avoid me at all times. You see I sometimes get these pictures in my head of people doing everyday things, but when I do I space out. So once Miss. Popular Katy saw, my life was over. From that day on everyone thought I was a freak-show. It's not like it made much of a difference though. Think about it,I'm a 15 year old girl with no friends, a horrible home and family and an obnoxious boyfriend. As I continued to walk down the hall to my locker, Katy came up to me. "Hi Tiger-Lilly!" she said in a sarcastic voice. I know I was in for some humiltion now. "Uh..hi" I said clearly not happy she was talking to me. "You know you might have some friends if you actually talked once in a while or maybe you could cut off those dreadful red curls and wear a wig!" she said smirking. Everyone laughed at this one. "Just go away" I told her helplessly. She laughed a sarcastic laugh then walked away. I finished the walk to my locker to get my stuff to go home. I got all my stuff into my bag then left before I could be humiliated even more. I hate going home almost as much as I hate going to school. I live on 36 Barton St. Our house is a piece of crap, its falling apart. Its super old and my dad never has the money to pay to fix things. When I finally get to my house I run up the driveway I open the door. I never need to worry about having a key the doors always unlocked. When I walk into the crappy living room my brother's there. He's smoking pot as usual even though hes only 14. He thinks if he smokes pot all his problems will go away. He gets really stressed out then feels he has no where else to go so he smokes. Its very sad actually,it makes me want to cry but of course I would never say anything. I pretend not to notice and walk straight through to the kitchen. In the kitchen I grab a bag of chips, then I go sit down on the couch and wait for my dad to get home, but just as I sat down I got one of my images. This time it wasn't just someone doing everyday things. This time it was a murder! There was a person stabbing this teenage boy. He grabbed the boys hair and punched his face. The boy was screaming out at the person to stop but he didn't listen. He continued stabbing this poor kid. I could even see the tears streaming down the boys face. I could almost feel his pain. It killed me on the inside. I wanted to reach out and help him but I couldn't reach far enough. Wait a second...oh my god...that boy is my brother! Ugh! I can't see the face or the murderer, its all blurred out! Think think! Who could this killer be!? All of a sudden the image popped out of my head. I looked over at my brother, sitting there happily smoking with no worries but now I have a worry. You may think I'm crazy when I say this but I have a feeling that, that image wasn't just a picture in my head. It was fate.
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10 Reviews Added on December 19, 2010 Last Updated on January 1, 2011 Authorlivelovelaugh98Moncton, New Brunswick, CanadaAboutMy name is Maura. I am 15 years old. My best friend is Naomi. I like to write mysteries. My favorite book is Crank by Ellen Hopkins. My favorite movie is The Hangover. My favorite band is Mariana's Tr.. more..Writing
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