My past still haunted me.
Even now when life had started to show me a different way, a much better and brighter way, the images where still there, the ghosts. They were waiting. Waiting till life hit me again so they could once more take over. And I know this sounds really stupid. You may be asking things like: How dark can a teenagers' life get? or, Great, here comes the poor chick with the so called 'dark secretive past'.
Yes, it is cliché. But just think about it for a second. We are all the way we are for a reason. Like I once saw in the TV series Doctor House, everybody lies.
You may want to pretend that your life is rainbows and unicorns, but we both know that's a lie.
And what's my secret?
I'll give you some hints.
What kind of experience could someone go through that would make them change from being a sweet shy girl to a chick that almost everyone is afraid of at school?
You may think that when Ethan cheated on me I decided I wanted to become a bully, but truth be told, the only thing I learned back then was how to fight. My so called "attitude" comes from some time earlier.
I already told you my dad died, but what I didn't mention was how.
I was thirteen when it happened.
It was Annabelle Murray's birthday party. She was this girl in my class that was really mean, but because her parents were filthy rich everyone worshiped the ground she walked on. Her mother, a very gentle woman, had organized a surprise party for Annabelle and she had send invitations to everyone in class.
At first I didn't want to go. After all Annabelle was always mean at me, throwing my books to the ground, pulling my hair, pushing me around, anyways. I just didn't want to go to the stupid party. But my father, at the time, thought that it would be a good opportunity for me to get to know my classmates better and make some friends.
Truth be told, my dad had been worried, because I was always alone since I was too shy to talk to anyone.
So long story short, dad convinced me to go. He helped me pick a blue dress that my grandmother had given me a couple of weeks before passing away. I remember how much dad had struggled to do my hair, trying at the beginning to do pig tails, but after many failed attempts he decided to just do a high ponytail. My mom, of course, was out working so she didn't even bother helping.
The party was held at this big house outside town. When I arrived the party had already started, everyone was at the back yard playing by the big lake that was near the house. My dad promised to pick me up some hours later and made me promise to try and make some friends.
As usual, at the beginning I just sat near a tree, watching all the kids run from one side to the other chasing a soccer ball. But then this kid approached me. I vaguely remember seeing him in some of my classes, he sat at the front chair. He was probably just a year older than me, his skin was really pale and he had this sparkling blue eyes, but what catch my attention the most was his bright red hair.
"Hey" he had said, as he looked down at me.
I had been too nervous to answer, so I just looked up at him and smiled.
"Why are you here alone?" he asked.
Gathering all the courage I had I answered him.
"The other kids don't like me"
He looked up to the others that had started playing a different game, and then back down at me.
"Can I sit with you?" his vibrant blue eyes looked at me with so much intensity I just looked down at my hands and nodded.
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