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I groaned and quickly got of bed, shrills ran down my spine causing sweatbeads to trickle down my face.

It all came back to me.

“Ugly thing.”

"Schizophrenic lunatic"

"Plain White Jane"

"Ugly witch"

"That ugly nerd"

"So chickens do talk."

"Miss ugly, Priscilla Lynn."

I could hear the screams and curses rained on me by children, my own age. Their voices captured every step of the way. I whimpered in pain as the events of the dream came rushing to my brain.

It was a dream.

And I loved the awakening; this is the real life and thankfully, I wasn't the ugly being that was repulsed by everyone including her own mom. I was best friends with Ian and Jeanette and definitely, the truth is that the dream sadly wasn't going to happen anytime soon because I was living the best life any eighteen year old could have.

My dad and mom lived in peace and weren't getting divorced anytime soon, my sister wasn't sick with asthma and my brother lives in a boarding school in another state.

So far so good, that dream, I just had is far from reality.

I rubbed my temples clearing the sweat with the heels of my palm; I glanced around my room. My turquoise eyes traveling from one end to the another.

It was a Monday; first day of the week and the last Monday at my high school and I couldn't be anymore happier than I am.

I stood up from my bed to go get ready for school but I was interrupted by the yelling from downstairs. I wonder who it was yelling but I figured it was either my mom or dad. I heard muffled voices before the loudest voice came through. “You know what, Gerald, I'm tired of pretending that everything between us has been going great. I quit this family. I quit this pretentious life I've been forced to live. I quit been the mother to children that aren't even mine. I quit loving you. I quit everything. I hate you, Gerald and this time, I'm leaving you forever.” My mom, at least I thought she was, yelled at who I believe is my dad.

I heard him cackle at the sound of her words. "Do you think I care? You want to leave? Then leave and stop whining." My dad yelled back.

That was finally the awakening call; my dreams were coming to reality and the next weeks would be the worst one, I had ever witnessed.

My dream was actually the reality of what was to come.

Bye, that's the end of this beautiful book. This is actually an advance birthday present from me to you. My birthday is on May 19th. Wish me well.