stop. // d.h.

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     chapter 1.
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     Everybody in this world has one wish. Some want a fancy car. Some want to be famous. Others want to be rich.

     Although I wouldn't exactly hate being rich or famous or having a fancy car, I couldn't care less about materialistic things or fame.
What is my one wish you ask?
My one wish is to be happy.

     You're probably thinking, "Wow, that's a dumb wish", but let me explain.

I am not your typical person. Most  people are skinny, a good height, and quite average looking, sometimes even more than average. Most people only feel sadness to a normal degree.

     However, I'm probably the most unhappiest person you will ever meet.

I am the opposite of beautiful. I'm barely 5'3, and I weigh about 210 pounds. Added to that, I talk with a lisp.

     And you wanna know what people do to people like me?

     They tear them apart.

     All throughout elementary, middle, and high school, I was constantly ridiculed for my looks and the way I talked. It seemed like the whole world was against me. I only had one friend, and that was Amethyst Harvison, a 6 foot tall girl with electric blue hair that I met in my sophomore year. She also talked with a lisp. Her and I were the only "different" people in that school, and we were constantly given hell for it.

     Added on to being constantly bullied at school all my life, I was also constantly bullied at home. My mother was an alcoholic who would constantly abuse me and tell me I would never amount to anything and I would die alone.

     I'm not sure if she was right about me never amounting to anything, but she was damn right about me dying alone.

And that's my biggest fear.

     I was almost completely certain that I was going to die alone. I was always rudely rejected by the guys I liked, and no guys ever liked me. I felt as if I was repulsive. I still feel as if I am repulsive.

     But I've always wanted to be loved. I always wanted a family. I always wanted a child. I always wanted to be married.

    But nobody falls in love with the people who are different. Nobody falls in love with the short fat girl with a lisp. Nobody falls in love with the tall lanky awkward girl with the colorful hair. Nobody falls in love with the underdog. Nobody falls in love with the outsider. Nobody falls in love with the outcast.

Or so I thought.