Disclaimer: …….Uh, Esm'e and Olaf 4EVA!
Chapter one
I suppose the trouble really started when I was fourteen. I was a freshman in high school, and had some trouble with math and science, but in English - watch out! My teachers loved to have me in class, but my classmates weren't as tolerant. They thought that, because my historic knowledge was so advanced, I should have always gotten straight A's, and whenever it occurred that I got an A- or B, I was automatically a retard. They always bothered me for help on their history reports, and when they didn't they pressured me to do their homework for them.
My life at home was worse. Every night my parents would fight and squabble, sending me to bed in order to fight more, and leaving me wondering why I didn't have a family that was calm and quiet. Soon, my parents became angry with me for meddling in their affairs, and my mother got fed up and left, never to return. My father was not as kind, and whenever I said something that could possibly make him mad or upset, he yelled at me. When I started crying, he told me that I was being "Too dramatic", and I believed him. It seemed like my life was some kind of strange story, woven by a madman bent on ruining me for good. I needed to find a sanctuary, some place where I could be alone, without peer pressure and angry guardians, and I needed something to do.
For this reason, when I noticed a poster in my school hall advertising a drama club, I felt that maybe if I were among people who were used to being "Too dramatic", I might just become a bit more loved in the eyes of my peers. Maybe if I could make some friends - was so clumsy on my first day that NOBODY wanted to be associated with me in any way - would seem more normal. I was wrong.
Yah….. Short chappie…. I know….. Most of them are……