When I was a child, I didn't have many friends. I went to school and loved it, but I still didn't make friends. While most kids laughed, I cried. If I had fallen and scraped my knee on the pavement, I would laugh. At first, my parents believed I was bipolar, but that wasn't the case. Each day was a nightmare as kids bullied me and adults judged me. The one memory that haunts me ever since was when my grandma had passed away.

"What happened to grandma?" I remember asking as I approached her coffin. "Is she sleeping?"

My mother slowly turned her head, eyes puffy and face red with tears. Her voice came out croaky as she tried her best to explain this to a seven year old.

"N-no sweetheart. Grandma isnt s-sleeping. She will no longer be with us. Grandma won't be coming back."

Slowly, I began to understand, but that wasn't the sad part. I began to laugh. I was actually laughing. Alot.

Silence fell upon the people attending the funeral as I laughed. One by one, people's faces turned from sadness to horror and disbelief. I began to laugh harder, until I eventually couldn't anymore. What hurt me the most was my mother's expression. Her face empty and disappointed. I remember her words to this day, how much I wish she had known.

"A disgrace. Y-you are not the Elizabeth I birthed into this world. You are not my daughter."

You are not my daughter.

The moment I heard those words, I knew I would never forget them. Every single day, I strived to be the perfect daughter that I knew I could never be. But that only made it worse. Middle school came, puberty struck, and life came crashing down. This time, I was really experiencing mood swings.

Thats when therapy started. My mom took me there every other day, with the same results each time.

"I'm sorry Ms. Connor, but your daughter is just growing up. There are no signs of depression or anxiety. We can't do anything about it."

I hated that doctor.

She always acted like it if she knew everything. Same as most therapists in my neighborhood. I never spoke to any of them because I knew that no matter how much therapy or meds I take, things wouldn't change. I would still be the same girl with the same problems.

High school was hell.

I tried to revert my feelings so I could react differently, but it never worked. The last thing I could do was ignore them, even if it didn't work either. I was accused of witchery, voodoo, black magic, or anything demonic. My name soon became a foul word at Lincoln High. I didn't have a single friend. They were all either too afraid to approach me, or the opposite.

But I was glad.

Being alone actually made me happy inside. The thing is that my physical emotions were the opposite of it. That's what made me look so pathetic.

After a year in high school, I trusted no one. Not everyone was afraid of me. Instead, they thought of me as a small, pathetic girl who wasn't worth beating up. The times that I was used as a punching bag, I either laughed or just showed no emotion.

People just got bored of me.

There was no more gossip to go around about me, not even how I looked.

Everyone just went on with their lives...

All, of course, until life just decides to throw a rock in my direction.

Ezekiel Rivers.

The new guy. The rich guy. The hot guy. The one that every girl was attracted to, or at least dreamed of being with.

That's the guy that decided to waltz into my once peaceful life.

The one day that I just so happened to forget my umbrella was the day that a storm had to come over our town.

Out of all places. My town.

Ezekiel, whom lived just a house or two away, was walking to his car with an umbrella in hand. I tried my best to ignore him, but luck wasn't on my side.

"You need a ride?"

The tone of his voice sounded so strange and unfamiliar to me. This was the first time someone had actually spoken to me, with no signs of harm of course.

His actions were strange, but he was the one who changed everything. There would finally be a person who would say " You're just Misunderstood"

Hey guy! Long time no communicate. I've been off of Wattpad for a while, partly for minor inconveniences, and the rest because I'm kind of lazy. In the future, I will be writing my first actually organized book. Possibly a series, but first I'd like to finish The Dragon Warrior and well.... I really don't know what to do with The Prince's Pawn 😂😂😂

[Just Kidding]

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little story. Any questions you have feel free to ask. Don't forget to vote...

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