The Adventures Of An Unordinary Kid: A Sad Story Ch. 1

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CHAPTER 1: That Day BACKSTORY: Isabel is a lonely girl. Her dad died when she was just 6 years old, but her mom is still with her. She is now 13. Everything is hard on her, no one at school likes her, she has no friends, she has autism and dyslexia… She feels everything is wrong in her life… until her life slowly makes its turn around… STORY: Here I am, just a stupid, lonely girl. No one likes me, and I’m absolutely friendless. No one will ever consider me as their friend, everyone thinks I’m a freaky weirdo… and they’re not wrong… they are right… I’m… I’m- stupid…and ugly… While I was build up in all of my thoughts my mom suddenly said, “it’s time for school, honey!” “O-okay mom…” I said in a deep… deep sigh.. I started to get ready for school, when something else came across my thoughts… FLASHBACK Ever since my dad died that day… it was January 18th on a Tuesday night… my mother and I were cautiously waiting for my father to return from work…then suddenly, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it mom!” “Okay honey!” I looked into our peep hole, then I shouted nervously, “mom, its the police!” “What? What could the police want something from us from this hour?” “I don’t know…” I said, while tears were starting to build up in my eyes.. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.. and I knew it was coming towards me, and I really didn’t want to hear it, although I already knew it. ••• Me and my mother were in tears once we heard what the police had to say. My dad.. was- dead.. the police told us that he had got in a terrible car accident- a car crash… To this day, I’m still very upset, as you can probably imagine. To know that I will see him in heaven, makes me happy, but to know that that will be a long time until my mother and I die, makes me very sad as well. I just want to be with my father again.. that’s all I ask for.. out of all of the things that I could wish for… it’s this. ••• BACK TO THE STORY: I said goodbye to my mother as I headed off to school. “Can’t wait…” I whispered to myself. Although, I can wait. School is very rough for me, all people talk about is me. Constantly whispers in the hallways as I pass by… laughing, and staring… Again as I dug deep into my thoughts of how a horrible my school day was going to be today, my school was coming up. Time for another awful day…