Chapter One: Home

Author: Sweet-Nothings-Of-Life

Title: A Life Of A Teenage Loser

Genre: General/Biography

Category: Biography

Summary: The life of me, as I tell you how I live it and show through a girl very like me.

Author’s Notes: Ivy. A simple name that shall humor all, we already have plenty in common.

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Home. Well, it simple what it is, a place where you feel comfortable and no one, I repeat no one, in the household tries to hurt each other. Now when I say tries, I mean it happens all the time so don’t even try and say you never argue with your relative before, for that fifthly lie right there. What I am trying to say is you wouldn’t want to hurt your relatives. Me I wouldn’t want to either. Speaking about me who am I? Simple answer.

Ivy.

Nothing more, just Ivy. My last name isn’t important it a Australian name. Even though I am black.

The most horrible thing ever to happen. They tease me about it all the time. I dislike Australians, no offence some of my best friends are. Ever since the Crocodile Hunter was made. I know he died of string rays, but I can’t help but say it was his own fault. He knew the consequences of messing with nature. Human were not meant to bother the animal race.

But back to main subject being Ivy is a terrible thing. I am always mock and insulted by the pathetic nuisances we call students. I may be only thirteen, but this knowledge I have gain over the past years of the universe is hopeless. Humans are creatures who care about oneself, true I am also human, but that doesn’t mean I am nothing like them there have been times I have done exact same thing.

I live in a apartment, no I am not those fairy tell type of people who live in a house with a backyard. I have a cat a creature that misunderstood. Her name is Leo. A mistake in genders when I was little. A very horrible mistake I wish I could take back. We have so much in common from our name. To the face that we’re misunderstood creatures. My mom a woman I never understand. She so complex. Me I am not a easy book to read, but I made it simple for the people and creature inside this home.

I despise insects, heights, and sometimes humans, which means me as well. Right now I am in a depress mood so that means I might be speaking through pain. I love animals, drawing, writing, video games and nature. Why do I dislike insects? No real reason. They are just ugly and very annoying creatures. They feed off on dead objects. I really actually just dislike spiders. I always look at them as cannibals, eating their own mates, killing their own mother, and other things that I can’t remember.

Heights. Well it not exactly what I mean, I meant to say. I do not exactly dislike them. I just dislike being fling in the air like a bird, when we humans were meant to stay on ground. I don’t want to feel my heart going back and forth like I went through a marathon. I also do not like when fears of being harm come through. I am not exactly afraid of staring down a high mountain with a rather large cliff or do I fear planes.

Humans, they tend to get on my nerves. We are creatures who make no sense. Sometimes I wonder why we insist. In fact, I sometimes I wish we didn’t. Look at us. Killing innocent animals for our homes, locking them in cages, eating them, carrying large guns to kill our own species, causing pollution, enslaving blacks, Jews, and other creatures. Humans, is what I am too. I have a conscience though. I wouldn’t want to harm someone on purpose, I want to care for the poor babies, and I have my standards when it comes to eating killed animals. I also have my own problems, being very stubborn towards the supernatural, insects, freedom, and other things I can’t record.

Home is also my mental home. The place where I store my thoughts. These right now are my mental thoughts.