Author: SirieneGage PM
My life is full of secrets, hidden from the rest of the world. This is the story of my life, from the middle of eight grade into the end of high school. This is the story of how my secrets are revealed and how I might possibly find romance in my crazy anything other than normal life. Who knows? Oh wait I do, but you don't so why don't you come find out?Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Humor - Words: 1,141 - Published: 12-28-12 - id: 3086943
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Okay guys heres the deal, with this story there is no particular plot line or anything like that it is just the stroy of youth and potentially romance, I don't know what the future holds for this story so I guess you'll just have to figure it out in the future.
Here I go...
Friday-12/28/12 Started at 7:27 Ended at 8:21
Hello. My name is Aubrie and I am currently sitting in front of my computer writing this, I cannot tell you how utterly stupid and silly I feel right now, but I figure that if I become famous someday it will be nice to have a primary source for all of those people who are doing research-reports on me.
I am no Anne Frank or anything like that, though I could be the next J.K Roweling. Okay...I am sort of exaggerating here. Still it feels almost unfair that you are about to know everything about me where-as I know nothing of you... oh well I guess.
Let me start by telling you why I really am starting this documentary on myself. I need someone to talk to. I realize that I am not going to be able to actually talk to you but you can read the things I write then again you can't give me any response... okay so it might be a one sided conversation but I really need someone to listen.
Let me give you a brief summary of my life so far, I am thirteen-years-old and I am in the eighth grade. I do exceptionally well in school, I am not really all that popular but I'm not invisible either.
Boys... *sigh* boys are so...well you know boy like. I will evaluate on this, at school only one guy likes me and well that isn't really an accomplishment seeing as he likes just about every girl who has ever smiled at him, but whenever I go out... anywhere guys are always flirting with me. I don't understand that. Okay so it seems like I am pretty or 'hot' enough to get guys to flirt with me, but if they actually know me they don't want to.
So my personality is the problem, I'm okay with that. I will probably begin ranting about this subject at some point in the future... actually now that I think about it I most certainly will.
I don't want to sound like a lovesick teenage girl, because I am not totally boy-crazed I just want someone to notice me, not because I am 'hot' which I don't think that I am, but because they actually like me for me. People normally describe me as cute. I have a round face (I am not fat...in fact I only weight 84 pounds!) and I am rather short at a staggering 5'1... not really. But seriously I am only 5'1 and I doubt I will be getting any taller than this, and freckles sprinkled across the bridge of my nose and under my eyes. I also have full pink lips. All of this coupled with my wide copper brown eyes and barely past my shoulder length auburn (redish-brown) hair gives me the cute and innocent appearance. I am anything but innocent, most people don't need to know this though.
I only have two close friends, and we really aren't all that close, I can stand their presence though. I have a ton of friends though, at school and pretty much every where but home I act like everything is good and I don't want to run away and go kill myself every second of the day. I smile and make jokes and sometimes I almost fool myself into thinking that I am truly happy. Sometimes.
Nobody even so much as suspects that I don't really go home to a big house with a perfect family and a perfect life.
I happen to go to a private school, the type that extremely wealthy people attend. I mean extremely wealthy. I am there on a full scholarship, like I said before I do exceptionally well in school, I am the only one besides the teachers who know about my scholarship.
I've kept you in suspense long enough, I know you are just dying to know what my family deal is about. It is really complicated. Like really complicated but I will try my best to explain it. First and foremost I am going to explain the easiest one to talk about, my little brother. He is ten years old as of July and he is the most obnoxious and spoiled person in the family. He is constantly tearing our small home apart and asking for things he knows my dad can't afford, he gets them any way.
I have a lap-top I know what your thinking she shouldn't complain about being poor if she has a lap-top, the lap top is a gift from my grandma who is now living 3,000 with my uncle aunt and their new kid. It was more of a 'I'm going away don't cry about it' type of gift than a 'I love you and this is a reward for your good behavior' gift.
My dad is pretty much a single parent he manages the Dollar store...not the most impressive job I know but it pays the bills. He honestly tries really hard to be responsible, though I don't expect it from him, he is only twenty nine. Thats right my mom was pregnant with me (the oldest) at the age of fifteen, while my dad was sixteen. Yeah. I love him but only because he is my dad. I don't know how to explain that relationship with words, maybe at a point later in my story I might be able to find the words.
Now is the time for me to explain my mother. I could go on ranting about her for a decade and a half, so I will keep in short... well sort of short as short as I can. My mom is incredibly annoying. She thinks the whole word revolves around her. She has Jacob (her HUSBAND) my dad (Her ex-husband) and Jessie (Her boyfriend), she is having sexual relations with all of them. Tell me that isn't messed up? That is the basic over-view of my mom. You will discover more about her as time goes on but for now that is all I can tell you, after all we just met.
There. Now you know me. Well most of me. You will discover more as time goes by or not it's your choice if you want to continue listening or not. Either way I will continue to write this and I will continue to think that their is someone out there in the world that actually gives a damn about me.
Goodbye dear reader...for now.