Chapter 1
There’s a fine line between being happy and being content. And to be honest, I’ve never made it past content. I mean, there’s been days where I could laugh and have fun… But deep down, I’ve never been happy.
My name is Lyrin Winchester. I truly believe that my life sucks... It all started with my parents. I’ve actually never felt like they’ve ever liked me. I mean yeah, they are my parents and all, and I know that they love me… But, they don’t act like they’re proud to have me as a daughter. My older sister Catherine is the only daughter they wanted. I was a complete accident that happened in Las Vegas after my mom drank a little too much. And no, the man I call my father is NOT my real father. I don’t even really know my real father, but sometimes I wish I did. I wish he would roll up in a limo, punch my fake dad in the face, and take me to live with him on a tropical island. But, that will never happen. He probably doesn’t even ride in a limo.
Also, school is a huge disappointment. I go there everyday and get laughed at. Want to know why? Rumors. Lies that people like to spread for their horrific entertainment. For example: I apparently lost my virginity at age eleven to a 22-year-old Mexican. The bad thing is that people actually believe that. Sometimes I feel like I’m trapped in a box. A see-through box… More like a cage, where people can look at me and laugh… But I can’t do anything about it. Because I’m trapped.
Another bad thing about rumors is that they stick to you forever. I can’t get a date, and if any guy ever talks to me, he’s expecting to get lucky… Because he hears that I’m easy. I really don’t understand why people do things like that to people. I never did anything to deserve it… And I’ve always really kept to myself. My best friend Sarah always tells me how to deal with things, and why these things happen to me. She says that girls say things about me because they feel threatened. I’ve been told that I’m beyond beautiful… But, that doesn’t help if you’re known as the school slut. I’ve only ever kissed one guy. That’s all I’ve done. His name was Patrick White, and we were getting pretty close, but then he had to move schools. I’ve never really had any luck since then.
I also happen to be in love. You didn’t expect that, did you? Okay, so maybe you did… But, it’s not much to talk about. His name is Kyle Kingsford. He is the most beautiful thing to walk this planet. Right about now, you’re probably thinking that he’s dating the head cheerleader, or the most popular girl in school. But no, it’s not like that in this story… He’s just an ordinary guy. Completely single, unaware of my love for him. No, I’m not a stalker. I don’t having pictures of him in my locker, and I don’t have a secret “Kyle Kingsford” shrine in my closet. I just love him, that’s all. We’ve talked some, and he was my science partner last year… But, that’s as far as we’ve gotten.
You’re probably wondering why I don’t just fight back against people who talk about me… Well, that’s just the kind of person I am. No, I’m not scared… I just believe that saying things about people and fighting is not a way to settle things. Yes, I have confronted people, but it never helps. They just keep starting stuff about me. But oh well, it’s not like I matter anyway.
There’s a fine line between being happy and being content. And to be honest, I’ve never made it past content. I mean, there’s been days where I could laugh and have fun… But deep down, I’ve never been happy.
My name is Lyrin Winchester. I truly believe that my life sucks... It all started with my parents. I’ve actually never felt like they’ve ever liked me. I mean yeah, they are my parents and all, and I know that they love me… But, they don’t act like they’re proud to have me as a daughter. My older sister Catherine is the only daughter they wanted. I was a complete accident that happened in Las Vegas after my mom drank a little too much. And no, the man I call my father is NOT my real father. I don’t even really know my real father, but sometimes I wish I did. I wish he would roll up in a limo, punch my fake dad in the face, and take me to live with him on a tropical island. But, that will never happen. He probably doesn’t even ride in a limo.
Also, school is a huge disappointment. I go there everyday and get laughed at. Want to know why? Rumors. Lies that people like to spread for their horrific entertainment. For example: I apparently lost my virginity at age eleven to a 22-year-old Mexican. The bad thing is that people actually believe that. Sometimes I feel like I’m trapped in a box. A see-through box… More like a cage, where people can look at me and laugh… But I can’t do anything about it. Because I’m trapped.
Another bad thing about rumors is that they stick to you forever. I can’t get a date, and if any guy ever talks to me, he’s expecting to get lucky… Because he hears that I’m easy. I really don’t understand why people do things like that to people. I never did anything to deserve it… And I’ve always really kept to myself. My best friend Sarah always tells me how to deal with things, and why these things happen to me. She says that girls say things about me because they feel threatened. I’ve been told that I’m beyond beautiful… But, that doesn’t help if you’re known as the school slut. I’ve only ever kissed one guy. That’s all I’ve done. His name was Patrick White, and we were getting pretty close, but then he had to move schools. I’ve never really had any luck since then.
I also happen to be in love. You didn’t expect that, did you? Okay, so maybe you did… But, it’s not much to talk about. His name is Kyle Kingsford. He is the most beautiful thing to walk this planet. Right about now, you’re probably thinking that he’s dating the head cheerleader, or the most popular girl in school. But no, it’s not like that in this story… He’s just an ordinary guy. Completely single, unaware of my love for him. No, I’m not a stalker. I don’t having pictures of him in my locker, and I don’t have a secret “Kyle Kingsford” shrine in my closet. I just love him, that’s all. We’ve talked some, and he was my science partner last year… But, that’s as far as we’ve gotten.
You’re probably wondering why I don’t just fight back against people who talk about me… Well, that’s just the kind of person I am. No, I’m not scared… I just believe that saying things about people and fighting is not a way to settle things. Yes, I have confronted people, but it never helps. They just keep starting stuff about me. But oh well, it’s not like I matter anyway.
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