Ever felt like you're always misunderstood by the ones who judge you at first sight?
I'm just an ordinary human, well that's what they see.
When I show my true self, who I really am... I'm sure they would change their opinions straight away, but if only they got far away enough to tell my story in their point of view!
Well hi there! My name is Luiey, spelt L.U.I.E.Y. I am 17 years old and have short black hair. People have told me, my eye color usually changes according to the way I feel, right now they're blue, I'd say I'm feeling quite neutral at the moment. My usual outfit would be a long black trench coat and shirt, then the classic blue jeans I love to ruin- let's not get into that right away, I'd like to start from the beginning.
At a young age I was taken from my biological family and placed into a new family, the Wishire family. In my new home lived a happy married couple Mary and Phillip Wishire. They had a daughter called Lilly and she was very beautiful, I believed she was an angel from heaven. She had deep brown eyes that would shine with joy, her blond hair would sparkle in the sun. Though I was young, I believed I was in love.
She didn't suspect that this new brother of hers would be her ticket straight to hell.
The Wishires were like any other family in this small town, the father works all day and the mother stays home to clean the house while the children would be at school. The Wishires were not wealthy but neither were they poor, Mr Wishire would earn enough money to keep the house running and the food on the table. The house was always clean and bright. The curtains would always be open and the sunlight would flow in.
This house was pleasant to any guest. As soon as Mrs Wishire saw me, she smiled and told me that they were my new family. She stood there on the white doorstep waiting for me, she seemed so happy, I wondered why.
My old family never really appreciated me, they never smiled when I was around. My mother hurt me, she never believed in me and my father would make me work to hard. Smiles and kindness were new to me. I didn't get to meet Mr Wishire or Lilly right away, it was only Mrs Wishire, all alone. Mrs Wishire took my hand and walked me through the front door, this house was the opposite to my old house... My old house was dark and it was definitely not taken care of by my mother. It felt empty and abandoned and my parents must of been the rats that snuck in and stayed there, then made more rats, little baby ones!
Let me summarize this for you because me explaining every little detail would get quite boring for you, the audience. My family didn't take care of me, so I got taken away. My new home and the people in it were much different to my old home and I was a little demon brought from hell into a home of angels.
Once I settled into my new room. I never really left it. My room was my safe place, it had everthing I never had when I was with my old family, there was a box full of toys, a cupboard full of clothes my size, it had a bed covered in comfy warm colorful blankets, the carpet was blue and curtains were red, decorated with white stars, there was even a tv and a computer! I became antisocial over time but sometimes I'd sneak out at night, into Lilly's room, it always seemed nicer in there, cause she would be there. Though it was dark, her smile would light up the room. I'd sit on the floor by her bed admiring her, she'd usually get up and try to get me to speak or laugh, eventually, it worked!
Lilly and I became great friends, we would do everything together, we would laugh and play everyday. Until I turned 10... things started to change, I started to change. I began to develop a taste for chaos but I would never hurt the Wishires, they're my family now. I tried my best to keep things secret. I became antisocial again and stayed in my room, in the dark. I played games on my computer, you know the ones with the big guns and knives! Mrs Wishire would bring dinner to me, she would ask me if I'm okay, I would nod and stare at my screen. I'd go to primary school with Lilly but I'd always keep my distance from her and others. I got very good grades, better than Lilly and Mrs Wishire would congratulate us both, I'd just nod and go to my room. Mrs Wishire was concerned, I could hear her and Mr Wishire argue about it at night... I never liked Mr Wishire, I know he's a liar but I think Mrs Wishire already knew that.
