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Simply Chelsea

Chapter 1

I'm not pretty. I've never been pretty. All of these girls walk around with their heads up, their hair perfectly curled and blonde. Then I'm here with my straight brown hair that never seems to want to go the right way. I've tried to be like them but it just ended up with me hurt.
Honestly, I don't see why people try so hard to become like them. They're still cruel and they don't have a good side for you to get on. It just seems exhausting to me and I see it everyday.
Some girl will walk up to them, smile plastered on her face and try to talk to them. If they could just see what I saw they wouldn't try so hard.
It's easy really. Just follow the rules and don't do anything that will screw up the rules.
Rule number one is simple..only speak if spoken to.
Rule number two is similar...when walking keep your head down and never look people straight in the eye.
Those pretty much sum up all of the rules.
I slip on the blue jeans that I had set out to wear. They aren't anything special. They're not any skinny jeans like everyone else wears. They flare at the bottom and are dark blue.
I put on the sweatshirt I had resting on my door knob, throw my hair into a ponytail, and put on a pair of black converse.
I rush into the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror. My hand reaches for my toothbrush and i put some tooth paste on it. I brush my teeth quickly and wipe my mouth off. I'm not even going to bother with makeup. Nobody pays attention to me anyways.
I make my way down the stairs carefully, making sure to not trip over my feet.
I exit the house, shutting the door behind me and locking it. I tuck the key in my bag that was slung over my shoulder.
My eyes scan my surroundings as i walk down the porch. I make my way to the sidewalk and begin my way toward the place i dread the most...school.
I don't live far from the building. In fact, I only live a few blocks.
My parents both work. My dad is in the music industry and is in midst of divorcing my mother. My mom works at a diner. She always takes the night and the morning. The only time she is actually home is while I'm at school and it's only for a few hours. She is trying to get extra money to pay for me and the divorce. They're still trying to decide where i'm going to live and by the looks of it right now..I am going to have to live with my dad. My Mom can hardly afford to buy food for herself at this rate, let alone a teenage girl.
I reach the school, finally, and walk through the doors. Immediately, my head goes down and my eyes watch my feet. I get to my locker and get out anything I need. I continue to keep my head down, weaving my way through the crowds of people laughing, smiling.
Just follow the rules.
I take my seat in the back of the class and wait for the bell to ring. The bell seems to take 20,000 years when you're waiting for it. The usual people begin to take their seats around me. My head stays down as my eyes look around carefully. Nobody is even looking at me..perfect. They're all in their own conversations. I lift my head completely and focus my vision to the front of the room. After a few minutes the bell rings and class starts.

The rest of the day was just like every other day.. slow. I open my front door to see my dad sitting on the couch. "Hey, what are you doing home?" i ask him, shutting the door and setting my bag down.
"Welcome home Chels. I have something to tell you," he says standing up.
"Okay..?" i say slightly unsure. I walk toward him carefully.
He walks toward me and rests his hands on my arms. "Chelsea..you're coming to live with Daddy," he says happily, rubbing my shoulders. "What?" I say dumbfounded. "Like, in California?" I mutter slightly. He nods his head still smiling. "What about Mom? My school?" I ask backing up slightly. "It's all taken care of, baby girl," he smiles.
I sigh and nod my head. "Alright..when do we leave?"