Just some possible improvement
But probably total suckage... =.=
Burdened by an old family curse passed down from my grandmother, skipping my mother and coming to me but my mother never believed in anything my grandmother and I told her. I remember when I was younger, and my grandmother was sent to a mental asylum for her beliefs. Though, my grandmother never stopped believing in the things that weren’t seen by the naked eye.
I was often told to be more like my older sister Meredith, but I hated when people said that. It was even worse when my parents frowned upon me and expected me to be what she was. Clearly, I wasn’t like her at all and with that, my parents never appreciated what I could do.
It was a monday morning and as always, I had to get ready for school. Today was going to be just like every other day. I would get bullied just for being different, and I failed my classes because of my condition. I wasn’t like most people with my condition because I had lots of emotional problems as well.
“Ama! Are you ready for school yet?” my mother called as I sighed and climbed out of bed.
I rummaged through my dresser to find a red corset, a black turtle neck, a short black skirt and torn black and red stockings. I threw them on before pulling on my black army boots. I pulled on some black arm warmers that reached my elbow, hiding the mutilated scars on my arms.
I pulled my raven black hair into short crimped pigtails before applying the black eyeshadow and eyeliner to my eyes. Red lipstick gave my lips a fuller look while I made sure that my pale white skin matched my colors. I never understood why my skin was paler than my parents, but either way, I didn’t really mind.
“You aren’t going to be late for school again now move it!!” my mother yelled as I covered my ears.
“I can be late for school if I want to be!” I told her as I came down the stairs and glared at her. “You can’t keep telling me what to do. I’m not going to be like Meredith!” I scowled at her as I grabbed my bag and a muffin.
I was out the door before she could object to anything, but I didn’t even want to hear her lousy objections. I took the long way through the woods where there were rumors of suicides that occurred. They called the forest the suicide forest, and it often lived up to his name.
“Amanita…” A voice called as I looked behind me, but no one was there.
I ignored the voice, thinking it was my imagination. Yeah, right… imagination, obviously that was a lie. A chill ran down my spine as I heard a rustling in the bushes. I turned again, but there was nothing behind me or around me. If it was trying to scare me then it wasn’t working because I lived for fear.
“What the hell do you want?” I asked as I looked around me, but didn’t see anything. “You better show yourself, coward!” I demanded as a huge gush of cold wind rushed through me. “I’m not scared of you!!” I yelled as the entity only seemed to get angrier.
I was pushed down by a burst of cold air, feeling as if it was trying to harm me somehow. It made me wonder if I should be scared or keep my guard up without showing any of my fear. I just wanted it to answer my questions, not play childish games with me.
“Amanita…” The entity called my name again in a raspy whisper as I got back up and crossed my arms.
I didn’t really care if I was late to school, but I knew my friends did. My only two friends in the world; Zoey and Alex. Zoey was a goth like me, and Alex was emo which often led to her cutting a lot because of emotional issues and family at home. I could feel for her pain as I too, had been a victim to strict parenting and abuse.
“I’m going to be late for school…” I said as I rushed through the woods and almost tripped.
I rushed off to school, finally making it long before the bell rang. It gave me a chance to mingle with Zoey and Alex while we both waited for our classes to start. The good thing about coming early was that you didn’t have to deal with bullies, except for tweets or posts from yesterday about kids that were most likely rumors.
“Did you read yesterday’s tweets? Those mysterious girls are at it again. This time there targeting us…” Zoey showed the tweets on her phone as I frowned and read every one of them.
These tweets were mean and likely to start rumors, but I couldn’t let it bother me. Still, words hurt just as much as actions did. I had experienced a lot of bullying that I couldn’t talk about. Though, maybe someday when it comes up, I will.
amanita is a slut i wonder how many guys she slept wit lol its no wonder she not pregnant…
I read one of the tweets and frowned as I tried to hold back my tears. I knew what they were referring to, but they had the details all wrong. It was just something I didn’t want to remember, and something I wished never even happened..
Tears finally streamed down my eyes, remembering everything from that day. I could almost hear the sound of his heart pounding in my head and holding me down as I screamed the words ‘no!’ over and over. No one did anything on that day or the next, and it seemed like no one even cared.
“Ama, don’t listen to what they say. That’s exactly what they want.” Alex told me as I wiped my tears and shook the thoughts from my mind.
I know, I bet it sucks, right?
Burdened by an old family curse passed down from my grandmother, skipping my mother and coming to me but my mother never believed in anything my grandmother and I told her. I remember when I was younger, and my grandmother was sent to a mental asylum for her beliefs. Though, my grandmother never stopped believing in the things that weren’t seen by the naked eye.
I was often told to be more like my older sister Meredith, but I hated when people said that. It was even worse when my parents frowned upon me and expected me to be what she was. Clearly, I wasn’t like her at all and with that, my parents never appreciated what I could do.
It was a monday morning and as always, I had to get ready for school. Today was going to be just like every other day. I would get bullied just for being different, and I failed my classes because of my condition. I wasn’t like most people with my condition because I had lots of emotional problems as well.
“Ama! Are you ready for school yet?” my mother called as I sighed and climbed out of bed.
I rummaged through my dresser to find a red corset, a black turtle neck, a short black skirt and torn black and red stockings. I threw them on before pulling on my black army boots. I pulled on some black arm warmers that reached my elbow, hiding the mutilated scars on my arms.
I pulled my raven black hair into short crimped pigtails before applying the black eyeshadow and eyeliner to my eyes. Red lipstick gave my lips a fuller look while I made sure that my pale white skin matched my colors. I never understood why my skin was paler than my parents, but either way, I didn’t really mind.
“You aren’t going to be late for school again now move it!!” my mother yelled as I covered my ears.
“I can be late for school if I want to be!” I told her as I came down the stairs and glared at her. “You can’t keep telling me what to do. I’m not going to be like Meredith!” I scowled at her as I grabbed my bag and a muffin.
I was out the door before she could object to anything, but I didn’t even want to hear her lousy objections. I took the long way through the woods where there were rumors of suicides that occurred. They called the forest the suicide forest, and it often lived up to his name.
“Amanita…” A voice called as I looked behind me, but no one was there.
I ignored the voice, thinking it was my imagination. Yeah, right… imagination, obviously that was a lie. A chill ran down my spine as I heard a rustling in the bushes. I turned again, but there was nothing behind me or around me. If it was trying to scare me then it wasn’t working because I lived for fear.
“What the hell do you want?” I asked as I looked around me, but didn’t see anything. “You better show yourself, coward!” I demanded as a huge gush of cold wind rushed through me. “I’m not scared of you!!” I yelled as the entity only seemed to get angrier.
I was pushed down by a burst of cold air, feeling as if it was trying to harm me somehow. It made me wonder if I should be scared or keep my guard up without showing any of my fear. I just wanted it to answer my questions, not play childish games with me.
“Amanita…” The entity called my name again in a raspy whisper as I got back up and crossed my arms.
I didn’t really care if I was late to school, but I knew my friends did. My only two friends in the world; Zoey and Alex. Zoey was a goth like me, and Alex was emo which often led to her cutting a lot because of emotional issues and family at home. I could feel for her pain as I too, had been a victim to strict parenting and abuse.
“I’m going to be late for school…” I said as I rushed through the woods and almost tripped.
I rushed off to school, finally making it long before the bell rang. It gave me a chance to mingle with Zoey and Alex while we both waited for our classes to start. The good thing about coming early was that you didn’t have to deal with bullies, except for tweets or posts from yesterday about kids that were most likely rumors.
“Did you read yesterday’s tweets? Those mysterious girls are at it again. This time there targeting us…” Zoey showed the tweets on her phone as I frowned and read every one of them.
These tweets were mean and likely to start rumors, but I couldn’t let it bother me. Still, words hurt just as much as actions did. I had experienced a lot of bullying that I couldn’t talk about. Though, maybe someday when it comes up, I will.
amanita is a slut i wonder how many guys she slept wit lol its no wonder she not pregnant…
I read one of the tweets and frowned as I tried to hold back my tears. I knew what they were referring to, but they had the details all wrong. It was just something I didn’t want to remember, and something I wished never even happened..
Tears finally streamed down my eyes, remembering everything from that day. I could almost hear the sound of his heart pounding in my head and holding me down as I screamed the words ‘no!’ over and over. No one did anything on that day or the next, and it seemed like no one even cared.
“Ama, don’t listen to what they say. That’s exactly what they want.” Alex told me as I wiped my tears and shook the thoughts from my mind.
I know, I bet it sucks, right?