Prologue: Meet Alicia Williams
Wednesday. The 1st day back from Christmas break. I always regretted this day's arrival.
I enjoyed having no rules and a car. I know every inch of Douglasville, Georgia. I hate the shithole of a school I'm forced to go to. Bridgeway High School. It sounds like every other gay school that is in some cheesy high school drama movie. I can't stand my teachers and as for friends, I don't have any.
So, as for my miserable, non-adult life, there's nothing special. Just that my parents divorced when I was nine. My dad 'supposedly moved to Vermont' and I never heard from him again. Personally, I think that getting rid of me and my mom was the best thing he ever did. He sure acts like its true. Anyways, my mom remarried to this guy, Jeff Burges, or something like that. To me, he is the 'bastard who took over my life without permission'. Oh and then last year my mom died from breast cancer. After she died, I was supposed to be 'sent' to my 'real' dad, but he was not at the address he is legally living under. God knows what the hell he's wasting his life on. Since he couldn't be found, my stepdad has custody of me. Joy. I REALLY love life!
On top of that, as if it wasn't enough, my 'best friends', Jamie and Michelle, hate me. I'm a 'loner' or whatever and I'm 'ruining their social status'. What a load. Kyle Mills and I broke off our two year waste of time relationship. He's heartbroken, but he goes out with road whores to occupy the empty space that was me. I mean, I love him with all my heart, but I just wasn't up for trying to be happy everyday and pretend that nothing was wrong with me, just for him. He's going out with Krissy Santiago, some stupid blonde slut, because he hasn't found that someone that was as kick-ass as I was.
Anyways, I just don't wanna talk about my social life. I know you probably think I'm emo or something, but really I'm just a misguided ghost, as I like to say. I don't 'fit in' with kids my age. I like to be alone because I've lost all that I've ever wanted/needed. I lost my together family, my mom, my friends, and my boyfriend. That's a lot to lose in one life time. Oh and Jeff has been an abusive alcoholic ever since my mom died. He takes out his anger on me and it leaves me marked. No one notices though. No one is there for me anymore. I know I should probably talk to someone about it, but I don't trust anyone enough to say anything.
The way I see it is this; I can either wait half a semester to graduate high school and leave this hellhole for good, or I can tell someone, have to go through the hassle of God only knows what, and get sent to foster homes my whole life. I choose option one. I can wait a semester longer. I have a plan.
The only thing is that I have a secret I'm not ready to tell anyone. One that cuts me o the core. One that no one can see coming. One that is life changing.