"You ready baby?" she had asked gently hoping and praying that I would be happy for once and maybe reply with some word.

I nodded.

"I heard that the school has a great girls volleyball team, top in the state! I know how much you love volleyball Sweetheart," she smiled.

"..." I stared at her for a few seconds. I looked away and went back to packing my belongings.

"I know... I know baby this is hard. But one of my close friends from my old high school suggested this school. Her child has autism, and he has lots of friends and many people care about him. It's supposed to be a bullying free school... maybe this can be your chance to... start over?" her eyes began to swell with tears. It just tore me apart.

I nodded once more as I packed my last of my things. It may seem like I'm such an awful person ignoring my own mother. Well I guess I am...

"All packed kiddo? You excited for our seventh move!?" my father laughed as he stormed into my now empty room.

I nodded as I walked past him with my last box. As I was walking down the hallway I could hear my mother...

"WHAT THE FUCK TOM??? WHAT WAS THAT? YOU THINK SHE WANTS TO KEEP MOVING??? YOU THINKS SHES EXCITED TO BE MOVING AGAIN JUST TO BE PICKED ON ONCE AGAIN????" she screamed at him.

"I'M JUST TRYING TO CHANGE THINGS UP!! I THOUGHT MAYBE THIS TIME WOULD BE FUCKING DIFFERENT AMANDA! WE ARE LOOSING MONEY FAST!!! IT WASN'T MY CHOICE TO MOVE! IT'S NOT OUR FUCKING FAULT OUR DAUGHTER IS A FUCKING LOSER!" he screamed back at her even louder.

I could hear her sobbing and him muttering apologies.

Welp, another person who hates me. A tear escapes my right eye as I continue to make my way to the moving truck. I placed the box gently in the front. As I started to head back into the house I could hear laughter coming from behind me. I simply turned around. Bad idea. An egg hit the centre of my forehead. The yolk ran down my face slowly. I froze.

The laughter grew louder and louder as the yolk ran further and further down my reddened face. I wiped it away and ran inside crying.

"Wow, what a cry baby," was the last thing I heard from them. Followed by laughter.

I ran into the bathroom with tears rolling down my face, but no noise escaped my mouth. I rolled up my long sleeves and wet some paper towel, because it had been the only thing left in the bathroom. I slowly cleaned the yolk off my face as I was looking in the mirror. After I had cleaned the last bit of egg off my face, I stared at my reflection. But payed more attention to my rolled up sleeves...

One...

Red landed in the sink drop by drop... I put the blade down and sat down on the floor crying.

I'm just a waste of space...

You don't mean anything. You will never fit in. You're a nobody...