Post by Audrey. on Jun 16, 2007 23:19:08 GMT -5
I Wish They Knew How I Felt Ch. 1
''Rachel! You better get down here, now!'', an awfully threatening voice screeched from the kitchen. I was very terribly disappointed to say that this voice belonged to my troubled mother. Ever since my drunken, dead-beat dad left my mother and I alone, my mother got unusually crazy, and furious all the freaking time. I hate, and despise her so much. My life wouldn't have been ruined if she didn't exist. I quickly slipped into my black skinny jeans, and put on my polka-dotted flats, put a bow in my hair, and applied eyeliner. I furiously paced down the stairs to the kitchen. I had to wake up to this crap everyday. ''Rachel, you goth w***e! You better get to the dishes now! Little b***h. Then, go to school'' she screamed with fury in my face. I growled, rolled my eyes, and got to cleaning the dishes. After 10 never-ending minutes of solitude and sadness, I was finally finished and I was on my way to my high school. Not that it was any better. I was the loner ''emo'' kid with no friends. When I got to school, I was greeted with rude, painful stares as I walked to my locker. I sneaked my favorite comic book in my backpack. I never payed any attention in class, and usually concentrated on how horrible and f***ed up I am. I got remarks like,''Hey Rachel Razor, go cut yourself in the corner''. Those made me sad and angry at the same time. The only place I felt safe was the comic book store. I love comic books, they thrust me away from this hole of despair I call a life. Little did I know the next visit to the comic book store is a visit to remember.
I'll finish the next chapter in 1 week .
This fanfic sucks soooo bad .]
Comments? I need 3 comments to continue it
''Rachel! You better get down here, now!'', an awfully threatening voice screeched from the kitchen. I was very terribly disappointed to say that this voice belonged to my troubled mother. Ever since my drunken, dead-beat dad left my mother and I alone, my mother got unusually crazy, and furious all the freaking time. I hate, and despise her so much. My life wouldn't have been ruined if she didn't exist. I quickly slipped into my black skinny jeans, and put on my polka-dotted flats, put a bow in my hair, and applied eyeliner. I furiously paced down the stairs to the kitchen. I had to wake up to this crap everyday. ''Rachel, you goth w***e! You better get to the dishes now! Little b***h. Then, go to school'' she screamed with fury in my face. I growled, rolled my eyes, and got to cleaning the dishes. After 10 never-ending minutes of solitude and sadness, I was finally finished and I was on my way to my high school. Not that it was any better. I was the loner ''emo'' kid with no friends. When I got to school, I was greeted with rude, painful stares as I walked to my locker. I sneaked my favorite comic book in my backpack. I never payed any attention in class, and usually concentrated on how horrible and f***ed up I am. I got remarks like,''Hey Rachel Razor, go cut yourself in the corner''. Those made me sad and angry at the same time. The only place I felt safe was the comic book store. I love comic books, they thrust me away from this hole of despair I call a life. Little did I know the next visit to the comic book store is a visit to remember.
I'll finish the next chapter in 1 week .
This fanfic sucks soooo bad .]
Comments? I need 3 comments to continue it