I hit the alarm clock and woke up, in that order. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and put on a nice outfit. It was the first day of school, but everyone knew each other, so it'd be just like any other day of school, plus a few new transfers maybe, but probably not, because nothing interesting ever happens in this town.
I sit down at my desk and begin writing in my diary. I want to go to college and be a writer, so I figured I'd start with a diary.
Dear Diary,
My name is Mary Sue Smith. I'm an extremely white girl with long blond hair and beautiful blue eyes, but I'm not attractive at all...
I glance to the mirror to my side. Yep, definitely blonde with blue eyes.
Through unfortunate circumstances, I have to live with my stepfather and stepmother. They both seem to hate me, but I'm pretty sure they're only keeping me for all those sweet, sweet tax rebates. I wish someone could come and save me. Perhaps Zack from the band, Starstrike. I have his picture on my wall. OMG, he is so hot that I am in love instantly. But a girl like me would never run into the boy of my dreams in this little town where nothing ever happens ever.
I finish my thoughts on the page and head downstairs. My stepfather is standing there with an angry look on his face.
"Why have you not made breakfast yet?" he angrily demanded.
"I just got up. I'll make it now."
"Shut up!" He screamed, "You're stupid, and ugly, and a poopy face!"
He grabs a nearby bat and starts hitting me with it. Blood splatters across the walls as he caves in my skull, breaks both my legs, and more importantly cripples me emotionally. After he's done I get up and make his breakfast, limping the whole time. I go to the downstairs bathroom and clean up all the blood. There you go, like new.
As I walk out the door, I pass my stepmom. She chucks a beer can at my head before the door closes. Oh great, now I smell like beer. My teacher will think I was drinking.
I sigh on my way to school. In truth, school wasn't much better than home. I didn't have very many friends and I didn't get along well with anyone else but the teachers. My four closest friends approach me. They are the obscenely rich and beautiful Jessica, the quiet and well-mannered Sara, and the kooky and fun Jane. The forth was my childhood friend, an attractive boy whom ever since last year, started opening doors for me, looking at me when he doesn't think I notice before turning away blushing, and offering me flowers. I wonder what's up with him? His name is Mark.
"Are you okay, I see you have a slight limp?" Mark asked, concerned about my well-being.
"My stepparents broke my legs again." I complain.
"Yikes!" The girls all sympathize, "You really should get out of that situation."
I agreed with them, but there wasn't much I could do. Mark offered to take me away. He has been working to save up money. He offered to buy a house, marry me, and take me away from this abusive situation. I politely declined. He was probably just feeling sorry for me. Jessica offered to buy me a house too, but I declined, because I don't like free handouts.
As we walk to class, a bitchy, angry girl walks up. She has blonde hair and blue eyes too, but even blonder and even bluer than mine. She's the most popular girl in school. Everyone loves her.
"Hey move it, you disgusting brat!" she screams in a harpy-like voice.
All her friends nod up and down, agreeing with her fully.
"I'm sorry..." I respond, lowering my eyes and just hoping she goes away.
"You should be!" she screeches, slapping me before walking past.
She leans over and spits a loogy on the floor, grabbing her crotch and straitening her underwear before stalking off. Everyone in the school looks at her with love and adoration. Why do girls like her get all the popularity? My four close friends comfort me in my utter lack of popularity.
I head off to class, and then I see him. New kid. He's hot. Like really hot. Like so hot. His hair is brown. I think, but like hot brown. Did I mention he's hot. Like on a scale to 1-10, he'd be hot. That's how hot. On top of that, he's in the chair next to me. Why me? I can't be next to a hot guy like him. I'm so unlucky... somehow.
"Today, you're grouping up to the hot guy next to you!" the old, wrinkly, decrepit 28 year old teacher explained.
I groaned as all the other girls gave me sharp evil looks. Why am I so unlucky? To make matters worse, the guy won't stop looking at me. What is he interested in me or something? That wouldn't be it. It must be because I smell or something.
Even though this subject is brand new, I do so good on it that I impress the new hot guy. He of course new all the answers somehow, so we both chuckled as the other kids struggled on the assignment we did well on.
"Oh yes," the old, old, gross aged teacher added, "Next week the school is having a dance, and we've invited the band Starstrike! You know, the one with that Zack kid!"
The boy next to me seemed to stiffen. Did he know Zack? Doesn't matter, Zack's coming! Maybe there is something nice in my horrible and miserable and unfortunate life.
I leave the classroom and head home. As I go, a bunch of boys declare their undying love for me, but I ignore them. They probably confused me with someone else.
I head home after only one class. Stepdad beats me again and breaks my arms before making me take out the trash. He's so demanding! However, I do it with a smile because I know Zack is coming to my school. I know nothing is going to happen to change my situation, but I'm still happy anyway. I go back to sleep, eager for the next day.