The life of Aengelle

The introduction

Hi, my name is Aengelle and this is my life story,
I'm currently 20 years old, I have a boring desk job at a tech support call center and all I do in my free time is read books, watch series (I'm watching GOT at the moment at season 3 10th episode) and hang out with my friends when I can.
I listen to metal, rock, pop, a lot of things but mostly rock and metal. I usually wear black / gothic kind of clothes and I have (dyed) red hair with a blonde short side cut.

I was bullied a lot at school because I thought and acted differently, in middle school I made one friend because we were both different, her name is Elena and you'll probably learn a bit more about her during this story.

When I went to high school I had a small group of friends consisting of me, Becca, bitch nr. 1 and sort of bitch nr. 2.
sort of bitch nr. 2 (let's call her 2) was actually a pretty nice girl, she didn't have much friends, was the "uglier" twin (she had a twin sister who didn't go to the same school). And we went and bought school supplies during summer and had a few sleep overs.
Nr. 1 though, was a very different story, this girl was as she claimed bullied a lot during middle school and learned from some sort of self defense class how to pinch people really hard and leave bruises.

We usually hung out during class and break time and overall had a good time.
There was this one spot where we used to sit during break time where you would have a small wall with wooden planks on it right in front of the coat racks and we used to pick one of us up and "throw" them behind the wall in the coat racks.
But then there came this one time where I was the one thrown behind and I accidentally stepped on nr. 1's foot, this made her angry and nr. 2 started getting angry as well so she started jumping on my toes trying to hurt me, I of course tried to get away but nr. 1 wasn't having any of it so she started pinching me. Eventually they got me this far that I was sitting on the ground in the corner between two double doors at the main entrance. Luckily Becca jumped in and stopped them.
So we had to go to the dean for this problem so we went there and they both denied of doing anything. Anyway, they stopped and we got back to being friends again. All good.

About a year later as I was looking for my pink Stabilo marker I saw nr. 1 holding it in her hand, me having a bit more courage than a year before, said it was mine, took it back and put it in my bag.
After that class we had a free period so I was just sitting alone in the school and nr. 2 started walking up to me saying I should give back the marker to nr. 1 while obviously it was mine, so I denied.
She started yanking on my back and I gave her a soft kick to the hip because I wanted my bag back because what the hell. And then she, on taek wondo at the time, kicked me with a pretty hard kick on my side/hip and I ran away (with my bag) to the bathroom stall crying, even the usual bitches came up to me asking if I was okay.

Now, years later I don't give a single fuck anymore, luckily, but they did scar me.

After those two years I moved to a different school because at that school they didn't have the level I needed.
This was different, I made a steady group of friends and we didn't fuck around.
I got my diploma and I was happy, because I had a boyfriend at the time (I was around 16, he was my first serious relationship), and I could continue to do what I wanted (which I didn't know yet because 16 is a young age to decide what career path you want).

This boyfriend was a bit different from the usual boyfriends you would get.
He LOVED sex, like literally wanted it every single day I was there, at least 2 times a day. And when I didn't want to, he just made sure I smoked a joint and did it anyway.

(I started smoking weed when I was 16 because he kept offering and I couldn't resist after a while, what do you expect?).

He made me do more things than I wanted to do and in the end I finally got rid of him.

In the mean time I fucked up my first ever education. I figured out after half a year I didn't want to do this for the rest of my life and that I couldn't draw for the life of me so why should I continue.
The half a year following after this I was in a sort of "get ready for your next education" thing because I still had to go to school. I did show up every day and I kind of had a fun time?

Then I started my I.T. studies, I loved it there and the first day I made a really good friend named Mary. Now Mary was more my type of girl (I thought), she listened to the same music, gamed a lot and also liked I.T.

In the meantime I moved on my own, I have a small 18 square meters room with a high bed, a desk, a fold out couch and some tables.

I told her everything and anything because I trusted her with my secrets.
I remember that I went on facebook and I saw a post reffering to me in a very bad way (as in drugs isn't a very good reason to cheat thing).
And guess what, I got to school and she was talking about the post, even though you wouldn't know it was me when you read it, I was still not very happy with this, so I said this to her and she was like "can't I just talk about things I find funny to my friends?" standing in front of some of her classmates. I got mad, like, I never get angry, but I got really really mad about this because this shit is not something you want people to know about you.
So I yelled at her, and she kind of ran away scared, imagine this, me 1.65m high, she, about 1.75 and a "couple" pounds more than me. Running away scared. Because I got angry. I guess you get the point.
So the next day I found out she contacted the "ex" that was involved in this because I cheated on him, even though she never met him or talked to him any time while we were dating. And she made him go on about it.
Anyway, I went to internship for half a year so I was finally rid of her, I had a lot of fun at my internship, I was the first girl there, we fixed laptops and pc's hardware and software. I had fun and no bitch to worry me anymore.

After I finished that study I kind of wanted to continue for the next "level" of studies, so we got into half a year of "in between" studies, which really sucked because a lot of teachers just let you sit there and do nothing or help other students out. Let's just say I fucked up, I quit the studies, and I was jobless for 2 months eating away at my savings when I found this job. I was like sure, it pays well. Let's do this.

So here I am, 6 months later, sitting in my room, looking outside to the city lights. And thinking where the fuck did everything go wrong.

The next few chapters will be more about my current life and events.