Ally's POV:
If you looked at my life from a distance you'd assume it was perfect.
My parents are still together after many years of marriage, I go to a successful school that upholds excellent qualities, my house is definitely something to be proud of, considering its three times the size of a standard house; I get everything I ask for (to some extent) But most importantly, the thing that pulls it all together, is the fact the I live on the 'good' side of town. I live on the street that has houses with marble pillars, and perfectly mowed lawns. There's never any chaos and everyone is from a respectable background.
My life may seem perfect, but the truth is: it's far from it.
My parents seem to live to fight with one another. Not a day goes by that they don't argue. Neither of them has time for me, and sometimes it seems as if I raised myself. Most of the people in my school view themselves as higher than most people. It seems as if they are forever saying horrible things about the people on the other side of town. To be honest I feel uncomfortable about living in the house I do; I feel as if I don't have a right to be living in it. I was only lucky to be born into this life, for all I know I could have been living on the 'bad' side of town. I would gladly trade all my material things, if it meant that I could feel like someone cared. That's all I want, for some to care about me and not all the stuff I have. I want someone to want to get to know me, because they think I'm interesting, and not because I'm the right type of person to interact with. I want to know that someone loves me for me.
I want to know that I'm worth the effort.
Today I graduated. I should be ecstatic, relived, excited. Except I'm not.
This is meant to be one of the most important days of my life, and my parents didn't bother to show up. This was the last straw.
I know for sure now that they don't care.
Unshed tears sting my eyes, as I walk straight past the building, in which the graduation party is being held. My friends will just have to enjoy it without me.
I stuff my cap and gown into my bag, wiping away angry tears as I continue walking. I still can't wrap my head around how someone could not care for their own child.
I stand at the place where the town splits into two sections. Look one direction and you see grand houses, and a silent street. Look the other direction and you see small unkempt houses, and streets filled with litter. Despite this, small children are playing in the road, smiling and laughing. People are sitting on porches talking. Food is being shared between neighbours. They actually seem happy.
I look to my street where each house seems isolated. The streets are empty and deserted. A lonely silence lingers through the air. Happiness is not present.
I wonder how I'm still sane living like this. Salty tears roll down my cheeks as I continue watching the small children play, knowing that I never had that.
Someone must have noticed me crying because an elderly lady begins approaching me, sympathy present in her eyes.
"Are you okay chica?" she asks me
I nod, but she still pats my shoulder reassuringly.
"Are you lost?"
I shake my head.
She begins to rub my shoulder soothingly and I give her a grateful simile.
"Can I do anything to help?"
"No, I'm okay thank you. I should probably be getting home" I begin walking towards my street but I hear her calling after me.
"Chica, you live on that side of town?"
I nod, slightly confused.
"Gracias, you showed me that not everyone from over there is cruel to people like us"
"I'm glad I did, thank you for your kindness" I tell her.
She smiles and walks back towards her house. It's amazing how genuine some people can be.
I walk to my own house, my heart sinking a little as I notice that all the lights are off. I guess no one's home.
I freeze as I hear rustling from a nearby bush in my front yard.
"Hello, is anyone there?" I call out. Stupid mistake, anyone who's ever watched any horror film will know that's the worst thing you could do. Whoever or whatever it was must have panicked, because the rustling becomes louder but then softens all too quickly. My curious side screams at me to see who or what it is, but my cautious side begs me to go inside. The result of the battle is obvious as I begin approaching the bush. I push the leaves and twigs out the way to see what's under the rubble.
My eyes widen not in fear but in shock. The last thing I expected to find was a mop of blonde hair.
The person turns around and we both stare at each other for a moment. I study his features, trying to get a better picture of him.
His blonde hair has darkened in some places, due to amount of dirt collecting in it. His face is also dirty, and is littered with scars and bruises. His lips are chapped and stained with blood and his lower lip has a deep cut which seems to be becoming infected. Overall he's a mess, a suspicious mess. All sorts of things run through my mind of why he is here. But then I look at his eyes. His brown orbs are wide and scared. They dart about the place, as if he is more worried about something else, than by being caught by me. I honestly hope he has a good (non- illegal) reason for being here, because I don't think I have the heart to call the police.
I prepare myself for his apologies and denies of doing anything wrong. But instead he says the last thing I ever thought he would say.
"I need help"
What do you guys think? Should I continue? It's my first time writing an A&A fanfic so I'm not sure.
Until next time,
hintofmint x
