People call me nobody, literally my name is nobody. My parents thought it was a great idea to name a girl Nobody. I guess they were really drunk when they decided a name for me or there is a really fucking serious reason that happened about 16 years ago. A couple of years after I was born, I lost my mom, it was my fault. Yea, everybody tells me that it isn't my fault, I was the reason she was driving that night when she shouldn't have but I just had to go home early. If I would have stayed at my friends house, my mom would still be alive.
Even my dad knows it was my fault, he doesn't say anything about it but I know he does. He doesn't even look at me anymore, but I don't blame him because I look so much like her. He has gotten better, but I haven't.
Ok, I'm going to stop talking about that. That was very depressing but life isn't always about rainbows and happiness, that stuff only happens in fake worlds nobody knows about.
Thank god I have good friends, most are boys because girls just start to much drama a and they tell you carp you don't want to hear. Boys are just easier to deal with and talk to in my opinion. Everybody used to laugh at me because my name is Nobody but a lot of my friends think it's cool as hell. I only have like 3 friends and 2 are boys.
Yea, I know this is boring, hearing about a weird teenage girls life but I can write about whatever I want and if you don't like it, don't read it. Nobody is forcing you to read this, you can do anything you want to do.
"Really, you are not allowed to write while I'm here."
I jerk from my typewriter and turn around to see my best friend behind me.
"What the fuck dude, I almost shut my pants, what the hell are you doing here?"
He really needs to stop lock picking my door, he is to good at lock picking.
"Will you please stop lock picking my damn house, you know my dad doesn't like that crap, I'm not going to pay the hospital bills."
I stand up from my desk with my typewriter in my hands and carry it to the living room. That typewriter is one of the best gifts I have ever gotten, I got it when I was twelve. Before my birthday, I started having a love for reading and writing, so my friends bought me the typewriter. On the day I got it they walked in with a huge heavy box, wrapped in Harry Potter wrapping paper. They walked in with the box and told me that it almost took them a year to save up enough money for it but they did it. I still feel the rush of happiness when I opened it, I have been using it ever since.
"Hello! Anybody in there! Or should I say is nobody in there?"
"Really Al, you know how much I hate my name. Sorry though I was thinking about random shit again."
"Well I like your name, it's pretty bad ass. And you really shouldn't hate your name, at least your name isn't Albert."
"Al, just shut the fuck up."
Al walked towards the kitchen, getting some more food. God, that boy needs to calm down on the food. He literally ate my whole birthday party.
I start following him with a smile on my face.
"FUCK!!!!!" I scream as my toe gets crushed for my the leg of the table. My poor toe feels like it has been shot and stabbed and then burned in the fires of hell.
"God dammit not again. You really need to stop doing that before you break your foot."
Al yells from the refrigerator with food that I haven't eaten yet in his mouth. I hop into the kitchen to find Al standing next to the fridge with a plate full of food, looking towards me with his candy green apple eyes.
I turn away from his glance and sit down in one of the chairs.
I look up at Al and I see why all those girls at school want to date him or has a crush on him. He looks like one of those male supermodels ever sense he was ten. He has curly dirty blonde hair that makes other guys jealous; each curl literally remind me of a dirty strand of gold. He has the most beautiful green eyes, girls melt when he looks at them and guys wish they have them. Most girls are crazy jealous of me and always ask how did someone like you become friends with him. I honestly don't know, but I will admit that he is really hot.
After a while, my toe doesn't hurt anymore and I got up and turn to see him bending over into the fridge, I run up to him and slap his butt and started running towards the hallway.
"YOU ARE NOT GETTING AWAY WITH THIS. NOT THIS TIME!"
I hear Al tell from the kitchen as I ran to my bathroom and closed the door, laughing as I wait for him
"You really need to find a new hiding place."
Al said through the door as he tries to pick the lock with the bobbing pin that he always keeps in his pocket.
I start to laugh again as I run to hold the door closed.
The laughter made me fault of the ground as he burst through the door, laughing.
We always laugh when this shot happens,we don't really know why though.
"Why do you think slapping my ass will solve anything because I don't think it will."
Al asked with a breathless smile, the same smile that mad all the sadness in my life wash away like the sand on the beach, the same smile that helped me through the painful years of middle school.
That is why I do that, to see that smile again.
I don't answer his question, so we just lay on the floor until I got up and walked back to the kitchen and I realize I'm still wearing my pajamas that I got when I was 13.
My stomach was showing and the shorts were so tight I'm surprised they didn't rip. I look like a who're about to go to work at the bar. I start growing tears in my eyes when I realize that Al was staring at me through the mirror, by the look on his face I know he remembers when I got them.
"I wasn't going to say anything but why do you still have those?" He said with a laugh.
Tears start streaming down my cheeks, I have always been insecure about myself. I know I'm not the prettiest girl in the world but I also know I'm not the ugliest girl either. I just always thought my body was ugly, I don't why. My dark brown hair runs down my back, it is naturally straight but it is always in a bun or a braid so it looks wavy, my eyes are just the normal blue eyes everyone has, I'm only 5'3 with a messed up nose, I broke it one to many times.
I walk towards my room while Al finishes his food, when I hear my dad pull into the driveway. I ran to my room and changed my cloths as fast as I could and ran to the bathroom and puts my hair in a braid and I walked out of my room to see Al and my dad playing a game of chess.
