My name is Sage. I am part Columbian. I was born when my mom was raped but decided to keep the baby. From the surface, I seem like a normal student at Riverside High School. My grades are good, I'm quiet in class, I look normal. Well, truth is that I'm actually far from that. I hate school, it's just a timewaster. It's like the government is testing us to see who can keep the most stuff in their brains for a week or two and then forget it after a test. That's why I skip class a lot.
I don't really have many friends. I have one or two but we're distant. All I do is stand there while they talk and occasionally make small talk with me. I feel outcasted from everyone. But what's to gain by being their friend? They're all just fake anyways. But I do feel kind of lonely since there's nobody to share my works with. But hey, there's nothing a little weed can't help, right?
Apparently we have to run today. It's the government wanting to judge us by how much we can strain our bodies until we pass out. Luckily, I'm pretty skinny, but I can't say the same for my "friend" Katie. She's an overly emotional diabetic redhead with celiac disease who always whines about her unluckiness. It's delightfully ironic that she's overweight without eating sugar or gluten. If you think you're unlucky just because of that you should take a walk in my shoes, but I've seen so much you'd probably be running for your life instead of walking.
I've seen a lot. Not just your typical bad day or a dog dying. I've seen the closest people to me die, even when it was my fault. I've seen violence, drugs, alcohol, and I've seen murder. I've seen it all. When I was thirteen my mother committed suicide. She was the only thing I had. My father was in prison for domestic abuse, and my more distant relatives didn't want me and my sister. So I was sent to New Hope Orphanage.
I spent years in that orphanage and fell into a dark stage of my life. I was never the one picked. Nobody wanted anyone who was older than twelve or so. I met someone whom had been there for much longer than me named Alice. She was around two years older than me. Her and I became good friends. My little sister and I would sit there and seek advice from her for hours on end.
Speaking of my sister Emily, she was only nine at the time. She was young and innocent. It was a rough time but she tried to be positive. She was very dependant on me and still is. The lucky thing is that we were adopted together. We were adopted by a young vibrant woman with long locks of brunette hair. She was very kind to us and treated us as her bloodborne child Analise. After being her children for a year she married a nice, polite man and we moved to Riverside, Georgia.
That is when I went to this high school. I immediately knew I wouldn't fit in. I only fitted in at New Hope because I was unwanted and poor like the others, but these people had much higher standards. And I was right, I didn't fit in at all. I was attacked by a group of three kids and came home with bruises all over me. But the other guys got it worse than I did, heh.
(A/N: Didn't know how to end it here, lol)