As my parents called our names, we went straight to the living room.. They asked for our history test scores.. I got 100/100, she got a 50/100.. That was half of my score, yet my parents gave her the PRAISE.. My mother had said " Aww honey, it's alright! You can try again!" . My dad was also comforting her, saying "It's alright baby! You tried your best!".. While I got a simple "Okay..? Don't expect any gift, that's the grade a student should have". Even from both parents.. This one day from elem school.. I was talking to the guy I liked.. While I was showing him a flower, he saw my beautiful, red head, and light brown skinned sister.. He whispered to his friend "She looks gorgeous.. Let's talk to her, I don't wanna talk to this black head.." . They ran away, yet I saw in the friend's eyes, he felt bad for me.. She had everything perfect.. I had black hair, with a layered wolf cut.. With front, natural, blue bangs.. I had everything, the perfect body, the vampire-like skin, the perfect jaw, and face shape.. Yet they didn't want "Aisha Alyx R. Red" They wanted "Amelia Haru E. Kim" We have different last names because of our parents.. My parents named Amelia, I was named by my grandparents..
[ Junior HS Days ]
I was walking down the hallways, alone.. Until, I bumped into this guy.. Who made my life more miserable, but with a little joy. He was my favorite boxer.. Jason Ezra Carter.. I almost fell while bumping into him.. He grabbed my waist and our faces were closer, closer than eve- "Can you let go now?". He said as I processed everything in my mind.. I got everything out of my mind.. And slowly let him go.. "Jc Ezra? Omg! You're my favorite boxer! Can I get your-" He interrupted me before I could finish.. He said "I don't give my number to strangers.. Also, what do you know about fighting? You're a girl.." He said with a mean tone.. "I hope you lose to Kyle this next fight!" I said before I walked away.. He mumbled "how would she know that..? Unless she was a platinum member of the fight club.." And ever since that day, I stopped being his, "silly fan girl" but now just a normal fan girl.. I always walked past him but never talked to him.. One day, he held a grudge against me, and started fighting.. For me, I like fights.. Physically, with fists and kicks.. Not with words and mouth.. I wasn't a professional boxer, but guess what? He had more bruises and blood on his face, than me.. I didn't know he was weak.. His sister came and was surprised.. They got out of the office and his sister mumbled "Gosh I feel bad for that girl"