Snatched. (theodd1sout)

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It was 3 am and, like I always do, I was watching anime. I don't know what it was about anime, but I loved it. You could say I thought it was

kawaii. 

As I was watching anime and eating ramen, or as they say in the Japan, ラーメン, I felt like I was being watched. My head spun around so fast I was surprised it didn't snap. The only thing I saw was blonde hair swooshing out of view. 

I brushed it off. 

"It's just Jake, the boy from school who stalks me on daily,"  I thought to myself. 

     Hi. My name is Winter Snowflake Smith. I'm what the bullies at school call "emo". But I'm not.      They just don't understand me. And neither do my parents.

     Sorry, I meant 'and neither did my parents'. 

     I moved out at the age of 13 because they just didn't get me. I'm 16 now. 

Now that you know a little about me, back to the story. 

I brushed Jake off. He had been stalking me since I was 7 years old. He's 38, and a senior in high school. He was held back a few times. 

I looked at the clock, realizing how late it was. I sighed, turning the anime off. My feet slid off of the couch,  hitting the floor. I went to my room and jumped in bed, falling asleep almost immediately. 

HONK. HONK. HONK.

I awoke to my alarm clock going off. I sighed, not wanting to go to school. I turned over in bed, grabbing my phone. I turned it on, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. 

I smiled, sitting up.

It was Saturday. 

I jumped out of bed, excited to see what this new day would bring. 

I made my way to my bathroom, peeling my clothes off me like a banana. I stepped into the warm shower. 

I began to cry.

You see, that was my rule. I can only cry in the shower, as that's the time when no one can tell if I've been crying or not. 

I scrubbed my hair with the coconut shampoo. I watched as the lice hit the shower floor, being rushed with the water to the drain. I could almost hear their screams. 

I finished my shower, drying myself off. I dried my hair, doing my makeup and putting on my designer sweater and leggings. I looked at myself in the mirror.

I had perfect beach waves that looked amazing with my dirty blonde hair. My makeup was perfect. The sunlight filtering into my room reflected perfectly off of my sea-blue orbs.

I was hideous. 

I sighed, knowing that I would never be Kylie Jenner. 

I knew there was nothing I could do to fix my appearance, so I slipped my cheeseburger converse on my delicate feet. I made my way out the door. The sun hit my perfectly bronze skin, making me look as if I were glowing. 

But I wasn't glowing on the inside. 

You see, I was lonely. No one loved me. No one but Jake.