Prologue............................................................
(Ohia's POV)
My name is Ohia Mullete. I'm a nobody. At least, that's what Marian Savie says.......
Oh! How rude of me! I almost forgot that you don't know what I'm talking about. Marian Savie is basically the devil trapped inside a beautiful, slim, tall girl who just happens to be my nemesis. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a sad story told twice over. I have a crazy, wonderful, happy family. Two loving parents and might I say, the best brother in the universe. Am I pretty? Firstly, I wish and secondly, I tend to avoid mirrors or photos of myself because I compare myself to all the other girls. While their faces are coated with mountainous layers of make-up but nonetheless looking flawless and stunning, I'm the face with almost no colour except my eyes that are blue. If you look closely, you will see that my eyes almost have no life in them. It's not because I'm sad. I'm not sad. I've never been sad in my whole life. I will never be sad.
Why? Easy. I have everything. Don't take this the wrong way, by everything, I mean that I have a loving family that understands me and supports me. I have a circle of friends that always have my back. I get reasonably good grades at school. I play volleyball and soccer, I have my own car. Struggling to reseist the urge not to gloat, I might as well add the fact that if I maintained my grades, I would be ugrading my brother's old car (which I own) with a lamborghini of my own. My parents' treat if I get into medicine. No joke.
I know you probably would think I am a spoiled and ungrateful brat when I say this but even though I have a normal life with amazing people and once-in-a-lifetime oppurtunities, I can't help but feel lonely. Maybe that's just the person that I am. Lonely, ungrateful, miserable and bratty. Like I said, I'm not sad, I just feel lonely. That's all, there's nothing else to it. I could hear the small voice in my mind saying,"You just don't want to admit you're sad." Wait. What?!
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Hate Is My Haven
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