I'm Not Enough - Chap 1
It's about a girl who has many insecurities. She thinks she's ugly and not happy with herself. She wants to feel loved. This story is completely fictional.
I'm not enough for anyone. Wanna know why? No one notices me except my dad. When my dad notices me, I'm either getting beat for not talking or being called out my name plenty of times. And it's true, I am ugly, I'm not get enough. I'm short, skinny, and blonde. I'm tanned and silver-eyed. I hide myself in black clothing. I keep my eyes hidden with the help of my sunglasses and no one questions me about it. I don't talk. I am definitely not enough.
Today is the first day back at school. I am in the 11th grade so 2 more years to go. When those two years are over, I am to be going through four more years of pure hell and not being noticed into an unfamiliar big building. College. I already hate it.
I finally got to my locker and there's two people making out in front of it. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Gosh I hate people like that. They had to be with each other every single moment of every single day, kissing, hugging, practically having sex with each other everywhere. I hate PDA.(Public Displays of Affection.)
I finally got to class. I was 10 minutes early. Like always. And like always, no one was there yet. Now I have to think, that's what silence does to you. It makes you think. So here I am, thinking about fucked up my life is. My mom left when I was five and dad blamed me, he started drinking, and since then that's all he did. He would drink and beat me black and blue. That day my mom left, we had so much fun. We went ice skating(of course I fell a lot), we had ice cream, and made cookies. That was the last time I've seen her.
That's when I realized I as crying. I quickly took off my glasses and wiped my eyes then put them back on. My head snapped up when I heard someone come in. That someone was guy and as soon as I looked into his eyes, I felt a spark. I put my head back down. What would a guy like that want with me anyway? He's totally hot and I'm a girl with social cancer. I'm nothing but trash sitting on the curb waiting to be dumped on other piles of rash.
"Hey is this seat taken?" I shook my head no."My name's Nicholas, what's yours?" I pointed to front of my book bag and he looked. It spelled out the name Allison. "Allison, your name is beautiful. Can I ask you two questions?" I just nodded. "Do you ever talk? And why do you cover your eyes with those sunglasses?"
I froze.
Today is the first day back at school. I am in the 11th grade so 2 more years to go. When those two years are over, I am to be going through four more years of pure hell and not being noticed into an unfamiliar big building. College. I already hate it.
I finally got to my locker and there's two people making out in front of it. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Gosh I hate people like that. They had to be with each other every single moment of every single day, kissing, hugging, practically having sex with each other everywhere. I hate PDA.(Public Displays of Affection.)
I finally got to class. I was 10 minutes early. Like always. And like always, no one was there yet. Now I have to think, that's what silence does to you. It makes you think. So here I am, thinking about fucked up my life is. My mom left when I was five and dad blamed me, he started drinking, and since then that's all he did. He would drink and beat me black and blue. That day my mom left, we had so much fun. We went ice skating(of course I fell a lot), we had ice cream, and made cookies. That was the last time I've seen her.
That's when I realized I as crying. I quickly took off my glasses and wiped my eyes then put them back on. My head snapped up when I heard someone come in. That someone was guy and as soon as I looked into his eyes, I felt a spark. I put my head back down. What would a guy like that want with me anyway? He's totally hot and I'm a girl with social cancer. I'm nothing but trash sitting on the curb waiting to be dumped on other piles of rash.
"Hey is this seat taken?" I shook my head no."My name's Nicholas, what's yours?" I pointed to front of my book bag and he looked. It spelled out the name Allison. "Allison, your name is beautiful. Can I ask you two questions?" I just nodded. "Do you ever talk? And why do you cover your eyes with those sunglasses?"
I froze.
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