Chapter 2
Her fingers looped with her mother's, the playful child smile coming onto her face once again. Her mother, using the other hand, held up the book of fairytales. "Who's that?" the toothless toddler asked. Her mother glanced at her chubby finger, pressed onto the picture of a young, beautiful princess.
"That's you. Someday, you'll be a princess," her mother gently whispered, smiling proudly. The little girl's eyes ran over the prince and white horse, the dress and crown, the glimmering palace.
"As long as I have you mommy, I already feel like a princess."
Mitchie woke up, rubbing her eyes. She touched the jagged red line across her wrist. It made her sick to feel that dry blood there. It made her sick to think about why she did it. Mitchie threw off her blankets, deciding to get dressed and eat before anyone could wake up. She wanted to get to school early. Whenever Mitchie looked at her mother, she wanted to spill out what she had been doing. Mitchie pulled on a white sweater with a black skirt. She was just pulling on black boots when her cell rang. Mitchie dashed for it. "Hello, you've reached extremely annoyed girl," she growled.
Mitchie went into the bathroom, brushing her teeth. "Hey, Mitch. Um, don't be mad, but, I, um," Mitchie rolled her eyes, mimicking Allison's stuttering silently. She noticed her boot unbuckled and propped her foot on the side of the full tub. Mitchie wondered why the tub was full, but decided that she better not unplug the plug. She began working on her buckles. "Your sister and her friends want me to be their friend. So, I'm not your friend anymore. Sorry." Allison hung up. Mitchie's foot slid in the tub. Her body made its way to the bed, and she peered out the window. Sure enough, there was Allison, getting into the car of one of the popular people that lived beside her house.
Mitchie shook her head, leaning against her wall. She grabbed her fairytale book and opened it, practically tearing the pages as she searched for what she was looking for. Mitchie pulled out a sharp, piece of glass. It gleamed in the morning sun. She pressed it tightly to her wrist, right below the one from last night. As the blood flowed from her fresh cut, it reminded her of how her life, her energy, and her happiness poured away from her.
Alex clutched her bed tightly, waking up. Sweat poured down her face and she gulped in breath. Tears fell down her troubled face. She put down the picture of her and Dean. Alex wiped away the tears and looked out the window. She saw her sister heading off to school, like the little weirdo she was. But as much as Alex wanted to hate her sister, she wanted EVERYTHING Mitchie had.
Alex glanced down at Mitchie's wet boot and she burst out laughing. "Thanks sis, even when you don't know it, you always make me laugh," Alex smiled and went to get dressed.
Mitchie walked up to Harper, one of Alex's clones. "HEY! How DARE you take my best friend! You knew she was all I had left! You took everything else away from me. My sister, my boyfriend, my life! Now, you took Allison? Do you WANT me to get ghetto on you?" she angrily snapped. A girl pulled Mitchie away from them. "Get off!" the girl didn't listen and kept dragging a very pissed off Mitchie towards her locker. "What are you doing?"
"No, what are YOU doing? Don't you know Harper takes karate!" the girl snapped. Mitchie grew quiet. She bit her lip. "I guess you didn't. Well anyway, I'm Miley Stuart," she introduced, smiling to show colorful braces. Mitchie took in the pigtails, the itchy looking yellow jumper, and the wide glasses. "You must be Mitchie?" Miley stuck out her hand, smiling shyly.
Mitchie smiled friendly, but didn't take her hand. "You…look weird," she said, sounding hollow. Miley took back her hand slowly, and pinched her jumper.
"Well, yeah. But that's the idea. I don't like being normal," Miley shrugged. "You could call me an outcast," she muttered, turning to grab her things. Mitchie didn't no what was wrong with her. One part of her wanted to take the girl by her shoulders and scream that she needed to care about how she looked. Another part of her had respect for the weird but brave girl. While Mitchie silently debated on what to do, Miley slipped towards her class. Mitchie looked up. Everyone had left for class. As much as it would've hurt her to skip class, she had to. Allison would be in that class, right beside her.
Mitchie choked back a sob and ran towards the lunchroom. Why am I still alive! She thought bitterly, wishing she had her pain releaser. Mitchie dropped into a chair at a table, looking around. There were posters of people drinking milk, those kinds of Got Milk promos. There was also the stage that sometimes the choir students preformed on.
This was her school, where she'd rather be more than anywhere in the world. Because she could escape the horrible memories at home. Not her real home. Her fake home.