Unspoken.
Prologue
Ever since i was just three years old i have been going through hell. Literally.
My mother died that year, and my father soaked up the pain with alcohol. Ever since, he's a crazy alcoholic with
nothing but a bottle. I love my dad, trust me, he's the only thing i have, besides my aunt Carey.
My aunt Carey was my mothers sister, she wanted to take me in once my mother had passed away, but
my father wouldn't let her, and still won't. For some reason he still wants me, even
though he says hurtful and dreadful things to me, and finishes it off with a smack, or two.
He's never sexually hurt me, but he hurt me emotionally and physically.
I'm not really the 'popular' kind, it depends on what you call popular.
Popular like sleeping with the football team and being rich?
Or popular with friends.
I'm neither. I have 1 friend. There used to be 2. We'll get to that.
Mackenzie Mason has been my best friend since we both started freshman year. We were both alone,
and friendless, so we decided to sit together at lunch, and ever since we've become best friends.
Well, depends on what your definition of best friends are.
Best friends like tell eachother everything and gossip?
Or best friends like keep a couple secrets and have slumber parties every week.
Again, we're neither. She doesn't know anything about my life.
She's never been inside my house, i never let her get as far as the sidewalk. Why would i want to burden her
with my messed up life?
Mackenzie and I were completely opposite, but stuck together anyways.
She always obsessed about the football and baseball players and dreamed of being popular.
I couldn't care less.
She had golden curls and green eyes that were usually hidden behind black nerd glasses, which i believe aren't even perscriptionized. So she was just wearing them for 'fashion'.
Blah.
My hair was black and pin straight, and my eyes were the darkest blue ever.
Don't even know if you should call it blue or not.
And unlike Mackenzie, i had glasses, that actually had my perscription in them.
Then, my long lost best friend was Felicity Toby.
That girl knew everything about me, and still does. About my dad, and how my mom died, and everything.
She was just like me. Key word, WAS.
When we went into high school our freshman year, she was struck by all the hot guys and popular girls.
She became a cheerleader, and became popular. With people, and guys.
Which was really depressing.
Her parents actually wanted to take me in as well, but again, my dad wouldn't let them.
Of course, i mean he needed someone to be a punching bag for him.
But anyways,
Felicity went from being my best friend forever, to my enemy.
She makes fun of me in the halls, and acts as if i don't know her deepest darkest secrets and she doesn't know mine.
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