Mizerable and cold, that's me right about now. It;s about 40 degrees right now, and our heater's broken. This is me, fifteen years old, unloved by many and wanted by few, and no, I don't have that backwards. The only people that want me are straight edge nerds and the small group of friends i have, and I'm not even sure they want me. I'm not the smartest, prettiest, skinniest, 32C girl here, I mean, what would I want with 32C breasts? To put on a tight low-cut shirt to show off? I think not. I'm more attractive when I'm dressed, think about it, all that grease and OMIGOSH! BODY HAIR!.....no. I'm notlike that. When I say 'that;, I mean those girls that all have blonde hair and wear those pink shirts. You can't tell them apart from the back because all of them have straight hair and those perfect figures. Yeah, the one's that look like they're bulimic.
Well, I never introduced myself. My name is Ayu Nikawa. I mentioned before that I'm fifteen. I was born in Japan and I lived there for about 2 years. I can't remember anything about that place. That's because I live with my mom. She's not Japanese, my dad is though. They were only engaged, but my mom was scared f committment, so she fled the country. Now, she's seeing some other guy who practically lives with us now. He's really annoying. I. DONT. LIKE. HIM! He gives me the 'uh-oh' feeling. His name is David Smotts, and he has the most annoying son, his name is Kyle and I. DONT. LIKE. HIM. EITHER! Kyle's sixteen and extremely perveted.
My mom's name is Jamee. My mom doesn't care what I do or what happens to me. She's drunk half the time anyways. She says that David is her 'shoulder-to-lean-on' but she still reaches for her Jack Daniels. My mom is a pretty lady. <Jamee>, but she'd be even prettier if she wasn't always drunk. I hope she knows people can die from getting too wasted, and my mom is frightened when it comes to dying. She always talks about how much she's scared of dying, but yet she still does all of these things that harms herself. If she dies, I'll either have to live with David or move to Japan with my dad.
I've only seen pictures of my realy dad. Just to let you know, I take a lot of pictures, it's a hobby of mine. My friend took a picture of me.
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Anyways, let's just start the story already.
"Ayu! Wake up!" I heard my mother yell from the hall. She banged on my door.
I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock. 3:16 A.M.?
My mom banged on the door again," Get up!" then I heard her fall to the ground. She passed out. I hated myself for not helping her, but my blankets were so warm, I just couldn't tear myself away from them. "David!" I yelled.
A few seconds later, I heard David's footsteps coming through the hallway and I listened as he carried my mom from my door. I pulled the blankets over my head.
I woke up again at 9:38 A.M., thanks to Kyle and his stupid grin.
"What?" I said sourly.
"time to get up", he said.
"It's Saturday, I want more sleep."
"Wake up Ayu!" Kyle pulled the covers off me, which I snatched back. He was grinning because he just saw my underwear.
"Get out!" I yelled at Kyle. I threw the nearest thing I could find at him. Kyle ran out and slammed the door, just to run back in, then out again.
My cell phone started to ring ,"Gyah!" I yelped as I reached for it, not even looking at the caller ID ,"Speak", I said.
"You sound tired."
It was a voice I've never heard before. It was a male's voice, deep and matured. It was weird, because I've never given my cell phone number to a guy.
"Who is this!?" I said, sitting up.
"It doesn't matter. Who are you?"
"If this is a prank phone call I'll hunt you down and shove a waterhose through your mouth and out of your asshole!"
"No need to do that. Tell me, who are you?"
"You pervert!" I hung up. I checked my caller ID. It didn't show a number or name ," stupid crap phone", I slammed it down on my nightstand. I tore the covers off and slammed my feet to the floor.
CRACK!CRACK!
I looked down. I stepped on two CD's. I picked up a piece from both. It was my Nirvana and my Pearl Jam CDs/ My favorite Cds, ruined ,"DAMMIT!" I shouted.
I stormed downstairs and sat down at the table ,"I hate life."
Kyle held out his fork to me with a piece of ham attached ,"Foo'?" he said, his mouth full of breakfast.
"Kyle, you're stupid. When I say 'I hate life', it doesn't mean you shove ham in my face, idiot."
"W'll jus' thou' I' off'r," he said, his mouth so full he couldn't even swallow. <Kyle>
David turned around from the stove, my mom's apron and oven mits on. He pulled the pan off of the burner and shoved it in my face.
I looked at the half burnt pancakes in the pan ,"Erm-no."
"Your sure?" David asked.
"Couldn't be surer," I replied ,"Where's mom?"
"Asleep." David answered. <David>He sat down across from me," Ayu, can I talk to you?" He poured me a glass of orange juice.
I took it. Even though David was annoying, he was nice ,"about what?"
"You."
"O...K..." I took a sip of the orange juice ,"So..."
"Why are you so..."
"Weird," Kyle finished his dad's sentence ,"abusive, homocidal, freaky, scary, different?" Kyle raised an eyebrow.
"Basically," David admitted.
"I'm not homocidal," I corrected both of them.
"Ok, you're not homocidal, but the other things Kyle said," David said.
"You really wanna' know? You think you can handle why?" I said.
David and Kyle just looked at me, waiting for an answer. They looked so stupid.
"I hate both of you." I said bluntly.
I went upstairs to my room. I changed out of my night clothes into basic jeans and a Thursday band shirt. I heard my cell phone ringing. I didn't bother to look at caller ID. I didn't care at he moment ,"Hello?"
"You didn't say 'speak' like the last time."
It was that same voice again ,"What do you want? You've called me twice. Who are you?"
"You'll find out later. Who are you?"
"What's in it for me if I tell you?"
"What do you want?"
"I don't know."
"Surely you want something?"
"Actually....," I paused, I wasn't sure if I should tell a complete stranger about my wants. I hesitated some more.
He spoke up ,"Is it love you want? The felling to be wanted? To not be casted aside? You want to be held? Warm? ...Safe? Protected?"
My eyes widened. The bastard read my mind! "How'd you do that!?"
"Do what?"
"Read my mind like that!?"
"A secret."
I couldn't see him, but I knew he was grinning by the sound of his voice.
"Now, is that what you want?I know it is, I can help."
"Help?"He was starting to creep me out.
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