1 Life sucks

Hey, Alyx here. This is where I talk about my past like some kind of chezzy romance novel. Heh, you thought. My mind isn't that simple you see.

16 years ago, I was born into a rich family, it seemed like a dream come true for most teen girls but it was the definition of hell.

My father wanted the best for me, he bought the most expensive things for me, he treated me like somewhat of a young princess. His treatment towards me made me very immature and spoiled. He would excuse me for every mistake, for every bad grade, everything you can imagine....

That wasn't when he got a mistress. That mistress was more spoiled than me, she had a daughter that was the same age as me.

After their engagement, I was treated like nothing. My father turned his attention to only his fiance and "daughter" . Leaving me in dust. He gave all my things to them, all my prized possessions, including the hairpin my birth mother gave me after she died giving birth to me. You see, the only reason I was being spoiled by my father in the first place was, I looked very similar to my mother. But when he found someone else, I was nothing in the family. I never got anything, I'd always have leftovers from breakfast, dinner, and lunch. Everyday, my stepsister would get ready by doing nothing, the maids did it all for her. Well I had to iron my own clothes, pack my own bag, do all my homework by myself. Sometimes, my stepsister would even "demand" me to do her homework for her. I couldn't say anything to anyone because I would get in trouble for "complaining". This all happened when I was only 6. The bad thing is, that was only the beginning.

After I turned 7 , I was more mistreated than ever. They never celebrated my birthday, they treated me like a maid. Heck, even the real maids thought it as a sick joke. Everyday, feeling like I'm nothing. It got even worse when my stepsister spread nasty rumors about me at school. These bullies were all 7 so they can't do much. When they started insulting me, I laughed. They gave up after some tries but they didn't stop bullying me. They beat me. Yeah, you heard right. I was being beaten to the core. Every-day when I came home, I didn't recieved the help I needed, instead, I was being looked down upon from being "weak" .This continued after I was 14 . I studied hard, pulled all-nighters every-day. And I even got a decent amount of money for selling art and paintings at school. That's when I decided to leave my disgusting past and get into a private high-school with dorms. And because of my traumatizing past, it sclulpded me into the person I am now. You can imagine how that might me.