So I've never been too special in all my life. I couldn't sing, act, or dance like all the pretty girls. I'm a writer instead. I never competed with my looks to gain popularity. Rather, I was fairly popular because of the person I was. I'd like to think that I was a good person. Yes, I occasionally cursed so that was a downfall on my personality. I think I was a better person because of the crappiness that appeared in every week of my life. I wouldn't let it control me so I instead, ignored it. Perhaps, I've ignored it for too long. However, if I didn't then bad things would've happened. Terrible, monstrous things.
Ah. It seems I've forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Rohdara Lerange. I currently live in Oxford, England. How my family's managed to make a living here, I've no idea whatsoever. I am thirteen years old and attend a local secondary school. That's what they call it here in England, at least. It's after primary school. I think I've picked up a bit of British. Both the language and the accent. But I'm not sure.
I am not on the best terms with my family. My mother constantly wants to mold me into a fake girl. Ha, I cannot dispute that. I am somewhat fake considering I ignore all of my problems to put up a front. I cannot even say if my personality is real or not. Nothing is real to me anymore. Nothing, but the harsh words that my mother always delivers and the painful ignorance that my father pulses.
My best friend is, well… I don't have a best friend. I've distanced myself from all of those who have once called me friend. I unknowingly caused it after an event transpired and simply gutted my life and sent it spiraling down. What happened, I will not relinquish. It is a day that I wish to forget yet I do not have the luxury nor the power to do so. Maybe I'll tell you one day.
The future is uncertain. Hmph, uncertain. Nay, it is not. I should know this, after all. It is a part of my power. I've also forgotten to mention. I'm a mutant.