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Daisy

La La La, sang in my head.
I wasn’t normal, well at least I don’t think so….
I am 17. Thats pretty big right…..?
Well that’s what everyone says, and they always tell me to act my age. But if I’m 17, and I’m acting like me. Then I’m acting my age, Right? Hehehe! I always confuse people when I say that. They look at me like i’m crazy. And sometimes i think I am.
My mom tells me that I was born this way and its not my fault. I don’t know whats wrong with me though. I feel fine.
But my dad can’t even look at me. When I come to eat he gets up and eats on the terrace. I think I made him mad a long time ago, but I don’t remember. I think he hates me.
Lots of people seem to hate me. I don’t have any friends. People make fun of me a lot.
I wish I was somebody else.

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