As most stories begin, I had a rough life with my alcoholic father, who always called me worthless just because of my white hair. I was always always different with my appearance. My family has generations of raveonettes, or so my father says. I never knew my mother, father says it's my fault she left but I can never understand what he means by it.
My brother, Aaron, is the only person I actually trust. We may be close to one another, but Aaron was always father's favorite. Father is usually trying to get him to do some father-son activities, but Aaron never seems interested.
It was obvious that Aaron didn't like our father, but of course father could never see that. Up till high school both Aaron and I had a talkative personality, but I started growing distant from everyone. There was one day that I changed both Aaron and I.
It was supposed to be a regular day where we wake up, walk to school, come home, and have a rough day. It usually gets to the point where I run off with a guilty feeling that I try to hide, but not this day.
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Short StoryTo get to know this girl, you might wanna read this for I will be doing more stories with her. First, there are little hints yes but don't mind them. This is where a teenage girl tells her own little story on what happened in her life. She finds h...
