章節 1: Chapter 1: News
My story starts off in New York, I've lived here my entire sixteen years of life. It's been pretty lonely considering it's just my mom and I... I don't have any siblings, well.... Not anymore... I don't want to get into it. I've also never really had any friends due to my eye color, or rather colors. They're rainbow colored—how that's even possible I'll probably never know—but I refuse to get contacts to hide it and just tell people they are colored contacts. Otherwise I'd probably get experimented on or something.
Anyway, I did have one friend that didn't care about my eye color and liked who I am, but he turned on me a couple years ago and disappeared. I thought we were the best of friends, but he suddenly started treating me like crap and left without a single form of an explanation as to why he did that to me. Guess he was just another back stabber... Everyone else always lies to me, laughs at me or stares at me in freaked out disgust. I'm also one of the very few at my school that has fully dyed hair, I've dyed it a beautiful shade of purple. No one else that I've seen in my school has colored hair at all—or at least not dyed an unnatural hair color—so it just adds to everyone thinking I'm weird. Quite a few have pretended to try being friends but only lasted a week or two before they just turned on me, calling me a freak because of my eyes. By now I just ignore everyone and have given up on having friends here, can't get upset at people stabbing me in the back if I don't let them into my life in the first place. All I've ever really wanted is friends, maybe a boyfriend at some point, that love spending time with me and don't talk about me behind my back. I guess that's too much to ask for though... Least in this city anyway. Despite how much I dislike it here I can't really imagine moving, I've grown up here. Everything I know is living here, sure I can't make friends here and I get beat up everyday, but I don't want to move to a new place and have to go through this crap all over again from square one. Plus leaving everything I know seems like a terrible thing to me, sure meeting new people could possibly go well, but it's still a scary thought nonetheless.
Then my mom had to go and ruin everything.
It was just an ordinary August morning—or so I thought anyway—that was roughly a week before school will start. I woke up, went into the bathroom, did my business, brushed my hair and teeth, applied a little bit of eyeliner and mascara then went back to my room and got dressed. I never really wore make up a whole lot back when I had a best friend. Once he left I realized everyone is gonna hate me no matter what so I started playing around with small bits of make up, got my second ear lobe piercings and my nose piercing, then bleached and dyed my hair. I like myself a whole lot more looking the way I do now than I ever did back then, I'm happy this way.
Anyhow, after that small routine I went downstairs for breakfast, but was surprised to find my mom was still home.
"What are you doing home, shouldn't you be at work already?" I asked her as I sat down at the kitchen table, seriously confused.
"Normally yes, but... I won't be going at all this week." She responded, confusing me even more.
I furrowed my brows at her and pressed, "Whyyyy???"
She sighed and sat beside me, pausing before answering, "Because we need to pack. I didn't really want to tell you this way, but I just need to come right out with it..." My heart sunk a little, knowing packing means moving, but I have no clue where we'd even be moving to.
My mom sighed again before explaining, "We're moving to Yorba Linda, California. I was offered a promotion at work and because of how urgent it is, the company is willing to pay for the move." Disbelief and anger ended up taking over, making me aggressively stand up and glare at her.
"You're making me move across the fricken country?! Are you kidding me?!" I shouted at her. I can't believe she would agree to that and not even consider telling me first, it's only CHANGING MY ENTIRE LIFE. What the hell! How could she fricken do that??
"This could be really great for us, bigger house, new people, more activities and new experiences... I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the offer before accepting it, but I thought you'd love having a new, bigger house. Then you could invite your friends over and actually have small parties and things like that." She tried comforting me and attempted making things sound better.
"I won't have any friends TO invite over because they'd all still be here on the other side of the country!" I argued, continuing to pretend I even have friends here.
"But think of how many new friends you could make, then when the ones here want to visit you'd have even more friends." Mom tried arguing back.
I rolled my eyes and stormed off back to my room, locking the door behind me. I angrily laid on my bed, glaring at the ceiling. I don't want to move. I love this house, it's my childhood home I don't want to leave it. Sure it's boring as all hell here, but it's home. And yeah, I'd love to get away from the dumb people here, but who's to say I'll even make friends over there? Not only would I probably still be considered a freak, but I'd be the stupid new kid on top of it. At least if I had a sibling it would make going to a new school easier, since I wouldn't be the only new kid and there would be someone I know there. Sadly that will never happen... Ugh... but I'd have the chance to maybe make a friend or two... If I manage to, it can't be all that bad right..? And it'd only be for a year of school, not several.. People would probably forget about me as soon as grad stuff hits, and then I could get a job and move back here or something if I want.. But this is my home, how am I supposed to adjust to never living in this house again? Moving across the country sounds like a pretty tough move... Could probably be worse though... Siiiiiiighhhhh... Screw it. Fine I'll be decently happy about moving, having a new house to explore could be fun couldn't it? Besides, with it being just us there isn't a ridiculous amount of stuff to move. I'll just continue to have no friends, no siblings, no father and then have no familiar place in sight on top of it all. Ugh...
When I looked at the time I saw that I've been laying here thinking for four hours. I sighed again then got up, heading back downstairs to find my mom. I found her slowly unfolding boxes so she could put stuff in them.
"I guess it's fine." I grumbled, still slightly unhappy just cause of how conflicted I feel right now. Her head snapped up to look in my direction, shock and happiness coming to her face.
"It is?! Oh thank you Kelsey, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner." She exclaimed, standing to hug me.
"I was pissed off that you agreed without even mentioning it to me first, but I guess experiencing a new place could be fun. Besides, least then we could finally go to DisneyLand right?" I mumbled, half rolling my eyes while hugging her back.
Mom backed away from me to smile and say, "I'm so glad you thought of things to be excited about."
I half rolled my eyes again but gave a small smile before replying, "Guess we should start packing, but first I have something at the park to take care of so you finish getting those boxes ready and I'll be back soon. Okay?"
She nodded and asked, "You going to go break the news to your friends?"
"Something like that."
"Okay sweetie, well hurry back! These boxes won't fill themselves!" She chirped, turning to go back to her boxes.
Smiling I told her, "Don't worry, I'll be back in plenty of time to help. Bye, love you."
"Love you too!" She called over her shoulder at me. With that I got my shoes on and headed out the door. Time to go deal with my tormentors and help Karma bite them in the ass. Two of them have been bullying me since first grade, all because my mom always dropped me off and picked me up from school while their parents made them take the bus. It's about time they got what's been coming to them for damn well eleven years. On my walk to the park where I know those idiots are, I thought over what I would do to those three bitches when I confront them. Should I just straight up punch them in the face? Or be a little more civil and tell them off? If I tell them off, I want it to be as painful as getting punched. Not that they would know what a punch is though. All they ever did to me was kick and scratch with their fake ass nails, which stung like crazy. I think I'll try civil and if that doesn't work then I will punch them in the face, flip them off and leave forever. Yay! Got a game plan, now to execute it and get the revenge I've been wanting for so long. They have no idea what's coming for them...
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