Okay...to tell the truth, I only made this up for fun..I get so bored nowadays...and it's not that good, but here it is (its a bit long)=>
I waited at the front of the school, wondering if the mistress would pick me up today. I had called my mother 'the mistress' for as long as I could remember. She had told me to call that when I was young, although it seemed as if it had been a lifetime since I first heard the mistress command me to do that.
The mistress usually didn't come, and I ended up walking the long journey home which would take 40 minutes by car. Although it was hard and tiring, I still went home so that I could live. I preferred walking the trip home, rather than taking taxi rides as they stunk like shit.
Everyone around me said that I was 'lucky' to have someone like the mistress as my mother.
When in public together (however rare) I called her 'Mum' and said that I walked home only for the exercise claiming that I had started to put on weight even though I was actually quite slim. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a girl with beautiful brown, wavy hair with dark eyes and tanned skin staring back at me. That was just the outside though, but deep inside, my heart ached with pain and it was almost too much for me to bear. I needed the love and attention from a caring mother than anything else in the world. My heart was like a black-shaped box always staying in the shadows.
Surprisingly, more boys liked me as a person than girls. Part of the reason was jealously, but I didn't believe that that was the...