A Penny For Your Thoughts
A girl who has the worst life every, will it get better?
Fire and ice? What's the difference between fire and ice? Is it that's ones hot and ones not? Or is it that one is better than the other? Or is it that they are both in two different places in the world? It can be very many differences between these two feelings. They have two feelings. Ones when you feel hot and cold, when you burn and shiver, when you eat an ice-cream or a hotdog. The other is a little rasher, a little bit more of a bitch. It's when you feel rage and fury but you know you can't fight it, when you feel sad and depressed and you know you can't beat it.
These feeling are crazy and understandable in every single way. I have not met anyone on the face of the earth that has not every experience fire and ice or as I like to call it the Fire and Ice Affect. My friend Lilly for example was going through a really rough time. She was being bullied on the internet by a couple of cheerleaders because she wore glasses. All around the school she was called four eyes and window face. She didn't tell anyone about it. Not a teacher or a parent or a friend. She killed herself about a year later. Slit her wrists. A life wasted. For a whole year she had to suffer that and her parents had to go through the pain of losing their little girl when she was only 14 years old. I had to go through the pain of losing my best friend to a couple of cheerleaders.
Another example is my parents. They argued all the time in every single way. Deciding whose turn it was to clean up or cook dinner or wash the dishes or take the washing out on the line. Eventually a few years later the hitting started to happen, then more violence and then my mum shot my dad in the head three times when I was fifteen years old. My mum had to call the police and confess and she was taken into jail and suffered the death penalty. Another two lives wasted. Three so far.
When my mother was dead my little sister and I went to our aunties to live. She was about four years old when all this happened, but she was a tough little soldier. What we didn't know is that our aunt had a pool, a very deep pool. My little sister decided to go swimming in the middle of the night by herself. We found her the next day flouting in the deep section. Dead. My aunt thought it was all her fault and decided that she couldn't leave with herself for killing a little girl. She had bath and dropped the toaster in and she was electrocuted. Two more lives wasted.
I know what you must be thinking. That it's impossible to have your whole family dead in only two years. But it's not, it's just me, I'm bad luck. Have been for a long time now. I've been shifted through foster homes but they either didn't want me anymore, too much of a pain to take care of a teen or they couldn't afford me any more to live with them.
Eventually though child services have finally found a place that will take me in. A woman and a man who are unable to have children. The woman's about 40 and the man is about 50. I've been living here for about two days now in my crappy little room in the basement because they are so poor and used all my money for me to go to school. I'm now in the 11th grade. Great I'm going to make so much friends with my whole life standard. It might not be so bad though. I only have two more years than I can be my own guardian. First off there are a few things about me you should know. I can't cry. I've cried my entire life and I just can't do it anymore. I don't have a life wish or a dream. Waste of time because know one every really does get to do their dreams. I have long brown hair, I'm normal height. Skin tone is white and I love animals and I'm death. I'm a curse because it seems like everyone I meet and love dies.
Hopefully I won't every fall in love again.
These feeling are crazy and understandable in every single way. I have not met anyone on the face of the earth that has not every experience fire and ice or as I like to call it the Fire and Ice Affect. My friend Lilly for example was going through a really rough time. She was being bullied on the internet by a couple of cheerleaders because she wore glasses. All around the school she was called four eyes and window face. She didn't tell anyone about it. Not a teacher or a parent or a friend. She killed herself about a year later. Slit her wrists. A life wasted. For a whole year she had to suffer that and her parents had to go through the pain of losing their little girl when she was only 14 years old. I had to go through the pain of losing my best friend to a couple of cheerleaders.
Another example is my parents. They argued all the time in every single way. Deciding whose turn it was to clean up or cook dinner or wash the dishes or take the washing out on the line. Eventually a few years later the hitting started to happen, then more violence and then my mum shot my dad in the head three times when I was fifteen years old. My mum had to call the police and confess and she was taken into jail and suffered the death penalty. Another two lives wasted. Three so far.
When my mother was dead my little sister and I went to our aunties to live. She was about four years old when all this happened, but she was a tough little soldier. What we didn't know is that our aunt had a pool, a very deep pool. My little sister decided to go swimming in the middle of the night by herself. We found her the next day flouting in the deep section. Dead. My aunt thought it was all her fault and decided that she couldn't leave with herself for killing a little girl. She had bath and dropped the toaster in and she was electrocuted. Two more lives wasted.
I know what you must be thinking. That it's impossible to have your whole family dead in only two years. But it's not, it's just me, I'm bad luck. Have been for a long time now. I've been shifted through foster homes but they either didn't want me anymore, too much of a pain to take care of a teen or they couldn't afford me any more to live with them.
Eventually though child services have finally found a place that will take me in. A woman and a man who are unable to have children. The woman's about 40 and the man is about 50. I've been living here for about two days now in my crappy little room in the basement because they are so poor and used all my money for me to go to school. I'm now in the 11th grade. Great I'm going to make so much friends with my whole life standard. It might not be so bad though. I only have two more years than I can be my own guardian. First off there are a few things about me you should know. I can't cry. I've cried my entire life and I just can't do it anymore. I don't have a life wish or a dream. Waste of time because know one every really does get to do their dreams. I have long brown hair, I'm normal height. Skin tone is white and I love animals and I'm death. I'm a curse because it seems like everyone I meet and love dies.
Hopefully I won't every fall in love again.
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