Hello, my name is Miley Cyrus and I am 16. I have been abused, beaten, made fun of. My sisters do not respect me AT ALL.
Now onto the story
I sat under the tree with my journal with the wind blowing in my face
"Why is my life so messed up?" I asked myself
Selena one of my sisters said to me "Maybe cause your worthless trash" She said while walking by
"Man she's such an idiot sometimes," I said while walking into the big yellow building.
My other sister Vanessa was talking to her friend that was standing next to her "She such an idiot, and she doesn't know what's right and what's wrong"
I ran to the girl's bathroom and slammed the door shut. I locked it and slid down it in pain. My own sisters do not even respect me like I respect them.
Something about me made me mad. I was stupid, wrong, and misjudged.
I got so mad that I punched the wall. I do not want to be like this. I want to be normal. But I'm not I'm something I don't want to be
I want a lover not someone who made me feel like trash my whole life. Someone who loves me for me I need my protector and my angel.
I groaned and went out of the bathroom. I walked into the empty red hallway to get to my next class. I wiped my wet warm tears and walked
Into my next class. I was so mad I was silent for the rest of the school day. I wish I had friends I wish I had someone to love me I wish I had a loving and caring family. I walked home so I could get ready for work. On my way, I say a couple of strangers checking me out. I was disgusted with the way they looked at me. When I set my blue and yellow book bag down, I got my uniform and changed into it.
I took my wallet and headed out the door. When I got to work, it was packed.
Everyone was with family or friends. I felt so left out I quickly paced to the back of the restaurant. I worked as a waiter. I walked to a table with a curly haired cutie with his family "Hello my names Miley and I'll be your waitress for tonight." I said. I hope that was not a boring introduction. I could see that the curly-haired boy got lost in my eyes. It was a certain type of look like "You're beautiful" or "You have beautiful eyes". I could tell he was famous by the way he dressed and acted. Him and his family ordered their food. I walked to the back with my pen and pad.
Man, I hope I did not sound boring I said in my head.
The order was ready. Therefore, I picked it up and headed to their table. I set their food down and left the table quickly. I did not want to be there for another second. I sighed in disbelief. I might have found my angel and protector. But then again it is weird because I don't know him.
End of chapter 1