Chapter 4 WELCOME TO MY LIFE

{CHAPTER TWO}

I woke up to the searing sting of sunlight streaming through my window, as if mocking my already grim mood. "Urghhh... Remind me why I chose this room again?!!" I muttered to myself, as I squinted against the harsh rays. Sitting up, i glanced at the disarray of my belongings. It seemed that everything in this space was conspiring against my peace of mind. The sun was definitely my number one enemy, but I had a long list of others to contend with as well. At the age of 17, I had already amassed at least a hundred people who hated me, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. My peers at school despised me, and even half of the townsfolk seemed to have a bone to pick with me. I was living the life every teenage girl dreams of-note my sarcasm, please. It seemed as though i was destined to live a life filled with animosity.

I groaned as I pushed myself out of bed, stretching my limbs and wincing as my broken ribs protested the movement. If you're wondering how I got hurt, I received it as a birthday gift from my ex-best friend turned bully, Tyler Black, just the night before. Yes, I turned 17 yesterday, and not a single person bothered to wish me a happy birthday, a stark testament to the loneliness i felt deep in my core. It appeared that the universe had conspired to make my special day as miserable as possible.a

My family-or rather, my "sperm donor" and "incubator," as I preferred to call them-were nowhere to be found. Mr. and Mrs. Wright, or Martin and Eunice, as they insisted on being called, were my parents in name only. To them, I was nothing more than an afterthought, an inconvenience that interrupted the perfect little family they had envisioned. Even my elder brother, Noah, treated me like a disgrace; to him, I was merely an embarrassment, a blemish on the family's impeccable reputation. The resentment slimmered as i wondered why i was even brought into this world, especially when Noah seemed to embody the perfect child they had wanted.

I shuddered as the cold reality settled in, i was merely an after thought, an unwanted addition to their pristine facade. And with my 18th birthday on the horizon, i knew it was only a matter of time before they cast me aside like an unwanted piece of furniture. My voice dripped with bitterness as i contemplated the countdown ticking away, giving me only one more year to gather myself and brace for the inevitable.

All hope of any semblance of care was shattered when i considered my elder brother, Noah. There was no sibling bond to speak of, he even refused to let me ride with him to school. It stung knowing that my prestigious family, one of the wealthiest in town, relegated me to boarding the bus like any other ordinary student.

As I trudged downstairs, my steps heavy with both fatigue and frustration, hoping to find something to eat, I was met with an empty dining table, a stark reminder that my existence was easily overlooked in this household. They must have eaten and forgotten about me again. I sighed, resigned to yet another breakfast of nothingness. Skipping breakfast had become routine for me, the most important meal of the day just another casualty of my dismal existence.

With a heavy sigh, i resolved to face yet another day in the place that terrorized me most, Crescent High School. It was the epicenter of my pain,the breeding ground of my injuries, misfortunes and sufferings. The anticipation of what awaited me there churned my insides, but i knew i had no choice but to brace myself for the torment.

Boarding the bus, I found an empty seat and sank into it, the familiar sense of isolation settling in as the vehicle lurched forward. I leaned my head against the window, staring blankly at the passing scenery. As the bus rumbled on, I couldn't help but wonder what the day held in store for me.