Chatterbox: Inkwell

I am sososososososososoSO sorry I've been gone, so many things I said I would do I haven't, and I'm sorry, and @Fleet, I SWEAR I WILL GET YOUR POETIC PICUTRING DONE SOON IM SSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! Anyways I'm writing this really long story (cricket wise, not like chapter long or anything) and I'm gonna post it in chunks and please tell me if you like it!!* runs really fast out or room* *pops head back in* P.S. @Admins sorry if this is really long and annoying to you...

Part 1:

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“Mom?” I called as I walked down the stairs. There was no answer, and I hadn’t expected there to be one. Mom had been dead for three years now, I just want it to not be true. I want her to still be out there, waiting.

Lauren came down with her phone in her hand. She walked into the kitchen where I was. I was sitting at the table eating a breakfast bar. I sat silently, I knew she hated me. I had tried talking to her when I was younger, and it failed miserably. She was a brat. My stepmom and dad loved her, and were kinda disgusted by me. They hate how I am different, in many, many ways. I have two different colored eyes, and a birth mark on my face, and I’m a tom boy. But my parents, if I can call them that, they want a beautiful, perfect daughter who gives the pride. Not a daughter who is different, not a daughter who is weak and lonely, not me. Never me.

I was lying in my bed that night when a thought hit me. I should run away, to somewhere better, somewhere kinder. I should run away, straight into my mother’s arms. If only I could. My world had been turned upside down, from that moment on a cold November day 3 years ago, if only I could change everything, if only I could turn back time and change my dad’s mind. If only the world wasn’t the worst place to be every moment in my life. If only every up time I wanted to curl up and cry I wasn’t punched in the gut by whatever life throws at me. If only I was normal.