Chapter 1
I cut my hair short ever since that day- It wasn't always like this.
I wake up everyday, wrap bandage gauze around my chest and look in the mirror I see myself.
"Just a feel, come on, don't be such a pussy-" he says. I grip my arms together, my breathing is loud. It all started because of -
"CHANCE, breakfast!" Mum shouts from downstairs kitchen. I stare at myself and put on my baggy sweatshirt and loose jeans and I start to go on downstairs. I meet my mum and she stares at me.
"Good heavens, Chance. Why don't you go back upstairs and wear something more girly? You look like a boy." Mum sighs. She always says this everyday. It's pissing me off.
I give her a glare. That's what I was going for.
"Mum, just give me food. I'm starving." My way of avoiding doing what she told me to. She gives me pancakes with a girl drawn on it with syrup.*Scoffs* Funny. Mum is still pissed when I started cutting off my hair 3 months ago. Most of it wasn't my fault. It all started when-
"Hurry up now, or you'll be late to school." Mum says.
School, I hate going there. I hate seeing people. They always stare at me. I hate going there. I wasn't always like this. You see, I used to be the prettiest popular girl at school. I also used to have long dark brown hair down to my butt. Not only was I pretty I was smart too, with ocean color blue eyes with pink luscious lips and curvy stature with a very peculiar name, Chance Meydal. It may be a coincidence that I won medals in Volleyball. Yep, I'm athletic too. Whenever we had home games, the seats will be filled with more boys than girls. I think it's because all the boys loved to stare at me in my short shorts and have fantasies about me. *Shudders* Very creepy.
I finish my breakfast and gulp a glass of milk down my throat as I get my book bag and put on my converse. As I head out the door, Mum calls out "don't forget to buy food for yourself for the weekend, your dad and I will be going to a trip."
Yuck. They're probably going to have sex. Since I'm grown up now and I'm always in the house and I'm pretty sure I could hear them from their room if they were having sex. Even thinking about it makes me vomit. They probably miss each others body. Yuck.
Walking on the path to school, I see this boy, he stares back. I think this boy thinks about me. I'm pretty sure about that. He always stares at me when I walk to school. Or maybe I'm being superficial and think all the boys want me.
Well, I used to think that way, but this boy is weird. Or maybe, realistically, happens to live on my block and since he is new, he would want to become friends and want to walk with him to school. But unfortunately for him, I don't want to become friends.
I don't need friends. The friends I've got all left. Correction. The friends I used to have all left. They are all fakes. They used to hang with me because I was popular and they wanted it too. They allleft me. Even the ones that I thought was my best friend, Morgan Steyhill. We used to be close since grade 3. She was the one that understood me the most, but she left. I don't know her reason though, she just left me along with the army of Chance- wannabes.
