• 'I'm nothing more than my own imagination. I must be a mistake of life. I’m a young teen, emotional, kind, a bit on the large side, dark on the inside. I found out that I’m my own murderer.’

    Chapter one: Smiling on the outside frowning on the inside.


    I live with my family. I live with animals. But I don’t live with hope. Here is my story.

    I sat in my room. Dark as can be; reading or using my laptop. This is my daily routine. I walk downstairs to eat. The things going on in my mind are ‘What are they going to say?’ I think this every time because they get in my face how I waist my life. I sat eating a bowl of food as my older sisters used my laptop. One of my sisters stood next to me when she was done with it. “You’re going with me to work today Ginger.” I wondered why. “Why, I would have to sit on a bench for about 6 hours doing completely nothing!” I snapped back. She got in my face. “Because you do nothing but sit in your room!” My mom joined in her fight. “Yea Ginger there’s an indent in your bed coming from your a**!” She said joking around but serious at the same time. I wasn’t the best at taking jokes. I have a bad temper when people play with me like that. “I’m not going!” My other older sister got in it. “Then she’ll do the laundry with us!” Once again I have no voice in what I do. “What?!” I said. They completely ignored me.
    I washed my dishes and took my laptop to my room. I sat my laptop on a chair as I sat on the floor. I opened up what seemed a good book. “The Innocent Man” I read a couple of pages before I placed it back down. “Ugh…” I said silently. I reached over and grabbed my notebook drawing a couple random sketches before placing it back down from hearing something tap on the wall. I looked up and seen nothing.
    I was very busy looking at what was there until my younger brother walked into the room. “Sorry, hi Ginger I’m here for a belt.” I pointed to my sister’s closet and he grabbed on and left. I sat on my bed mopping around. I wrote down my feelings. I kept hearing that tapping noise. It started to bother me after a while. So I got up and left the room. As I left the room the noise faded away.
    I sat in the living room listening to music playing in my head. I was so bored I called a good friend of mine. He was always there for me when I was down.
    He picked up the phone. “Hello?” I laid down on the couch. “Hi Nee. It’s another one of those moments where everyone is picking on me without my own saying.” He chuckled. “Again? Seems they do that a lot.” “Yea I know Nee. Can I stay at your house?!” He laughed. “Not right now my parents are fighting again.” I sighed. “Just like mine.” He kept laughing. “Yea but I don’t mind they always do this. I just stay here in my room.” I was about to reply to him but someone was on my other line. “Hold on I have another call Nee.” I switched the call and listened. “Hello?” I said. I got no respond but heavily breathing. “Ugh, maybe they put the wrong number?” I said to myself as I switched the call back. “Nee, you still there?” “Yea but I have to get off dad just threw a vase and it’s broken everywhere!” He said a bit shocked. In the backround you could hear his mom yelling. “Dan come over here and help me clean this up!” “Yes mom! Bye Ginger.” He said hanging up.
    I got off the couch to think. “His dad is just plainly crazy. I have a loving dad but he lives somewhere else my new 'dad' is an alcoholic and is mentally abusing my family.” I sighed once more before walking back up to my room to get ready to go out with my mom and sister.
    In the room it was quiet so I played my music and got ready. The whole time changing the thumping noise came back. I tried and ignored it. It got louder so I changed quicker and left downstairs to leave with my family to the laundry mat.