To Know It's Your Fault - Prologue
Malory "Mal" Boucher is a new student at Phoenix High. Many students find her quite cute, but will they change their outlook on her after "her" secret’s revealed? And how will Mal be, to know that the pain caused to others is her fault?
"Hurry Mal, do you have all your things? We don’t want to leave anything behind!" My mother yells from outside. She gleams up at the window as if knowing I would be there still sulking. We were moving for the first time in my life. Once I get into the car, this house would be vacant.
This house, the same house that provided me with warmth and shelter ever since I was born. So what if the wooden floors would squeak every time you took a step. So what if the walls were littered with holes from countless fights between my mother and her past boyfriends. This place was my house and I didn’t want to leave it. Sadly I had no choice.
I lift my last suitcase and stomp down the stairs. With every stomping foot came a crying plank of wood. If only that meant it was telling us to stay. I open the front door and walk pass my mother who’s securing boxes in the back seat of our white minivan. Boxes that had the belongings of the house, now were being taken.
After stuffing my suitcase in the trunk, I climbed in the front seat buckling myself in. My mother soon follow suit and start the car. Her long blonde hair was frizzy from the humidity and covered the right side of her face from me. I wonder if her hair was annoying. My short hair wouldn’t tell me.
My mother started driving, passing old houses that used to shelter our neighbors before they moved. Why they moved was still a mystery to me, but I had a good idea. The same idea as to why "we" were moving now. The same idea as to why my father moved away from us.
Still I couldn’t help to ask. "Why are we moving?"
A sigh leave my mother and she tugs her hair away from her face. "Mal, you know why we’re leaving. To start a new life. Become new people. Meet new people. That’s why we’re leaving."
That was a lie.
The real reason was the same to why dad left. I was a freak of nature and even mom knew it; she was just too kind to say it aloud. Though I think it hurt more, that she was kind. I mean, who could accept a…
"Oh yes, Mal, you’ll be starting school for the first time too. Doesn’t that sound fun?"
…hermaphrodite?
This house, the same house that provided me with warmth and shelter ever since I was born. So what if the wooden floors would squeak every time you took a step. So what if the walls were littered with holes from countless fights between my mother and her past boyfriends. This place was my house and I didn’t want to leave it. Sadly I had no choice.
I lift my last suitcase and stomp down the stairs. With every stomping foot came a crying plank of wood. If only that meant it was telling us to stay. I open the front door and walk pass my mother who’s securing boxes in the back seat of our white minivan. Boxes that had the belongings of the house, now were being taken.
After stuffing my suitcase in the trunk, I climbed in the front seat buckling myself in. My mother soon follow suit and start the car. Her long blonde hair was frizzy from the humidity and covered the right side of her face from me. I wonder if her hair was annoying. My short hair wouldn’t tell me.
My mother started driving, passing old houses that used to shelter our neighbors before they moved. Why they moved was still a mystery to me, but I had a good idea. The same idea as to why "we" were moving now. The same idea as to why my father moved away from us.
Still I couldn’t help to ask. "Why are we moving?"
A sigh leave my mother and she tugs her hair away from her face. "Mal, you know why we’re leaving. To start a new life. Become new people. Meet new people. That’s why we’re leaving."
That was a lie.
The real reason was the same to why dad left. I was a freak of nature and even mom knew it; she was just too kind to say it aloud. Though I think it hurt more, that she was kind. I mean, who could accept a…
"Oh yes, Mal, you’ll be starting school for the first time too. Doesn’t that sound fun?"
…hermaphrodite?
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