The Other Side

Chapter 1

*pic of Katherine*

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I never get what I want.
No matter how hard I try, or how much makeup I put on... I never seem to get what I want.

It's the last day of school until spring break, and I'm in the janitors closet fooling around with another boy.

I'm bored.

Before we could get any further the bell rings, and it's the perfect excuse for me to get out of there.

"Let's stop here. I gotta go"

Breathing heavily I slam open the door and quickly strut to my locker.

Make sure everyone wants to be you.

I came to a stop when I spotted a scrawny looking girl speeding towards her locker.

   Make people look up to you.

Make them want you.

Don't let them see through you.

With all these thoughts flowing through my mind, I hadn't realized that I already knocked the girl down.

I'm sorry.

"Hey bitch , watch where you're going." Kicking her books aside I finally reach my locker, I snuck a glance towards the girl before I opened my locker. I felt awful.
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Driving home with my favorite song helped calm my nerves after what happened at school.

Pulling into my driveway I notice my Dads car parked in the grass.

Why is he here?

Trying to be as silent as I can I creak open the door just enough to see my dad on the couch asleep.

I tiptoe upstairs trying my best not to wake him up.

My dad is usually never home. He's always getting drunk in clubs and fooling around with other women.
But when he is home he is either sleeping or abusing me.

Sexually and physically.

I used to tell myself that it's  the alcohol that's making him do this, but deep down I knew it was because I reminded him of my mother.

She was beautiful. I looked  up to her. We were a loving family, until she gave up on me and left. I was too ugly for her too handle.

No matter how fast I ran there was always a distance between us.

I miss her. I loved her. I hate her for leaving me with him.

Ever since then, I've tried to look the best and be the best, even if that meant being a bitch and sleeping with a ton of guys.

But in the back of my mind there is always that  question that seems to never go away.

Why am I here?

What's my purpose in living?