Chapter 1

“I wish you and your sister were never born.”

“You both ruined my life and I hate you!”

I, Olivia Phillips could hear the slurring cold voice of my mother, yelling out to me from the dining room where she was stark drunk with empty beer bottles lying all over the floor of our little three bedroomed cottage house.

I was now in the kitchen preparing my lunch box. I could not afford to buy cafeteria food so had to cook my own food at home to carry for school. As for the little cottage we lived in, it was paid through my dead father`s pension money.

"You are a worthless brat!"

Tears were now falling down my face as I heard what my mother was yelling out to me. It was the same thing every morning and even though I was used to it, sometimes the words pierced deeply into my heart.

Hearing your own mother yell out that she regretted having you and thought you were a mistake, truly hurt to hear even if the person was drunk.

My mother`s excuse for always drinking in the morning and the whole day was that she was a single mother of two girls after all and needed something to relieve her of stress. When sober she would apologize saying she did not mean the words and then the cycle would begin again. And nowadays she no longer bothered with the apologies.

As for work my mother worked as a nurse for some big hospital and worked for the night shifts so she had the whole day to drink herself to sleep. 

My dad had died a long time ago before I could even know him so that’s why in a way I never really missed him or thought of him as much as my mother did.

At night mostly during the weekends, I would hear my mother grieving for him in her bedroom. Apparently he was the love of her life and after he died she wanted to kill herself but could not as she had to look after us the two girls.

Sometimes I truly thought my mother truly resented having us and meant the words she yelled out while drunk, especially to me.

But I did not blame her though as on the day I was born, while coming to see his newly born baby girl, me, that is the day my father died in a car crush.

 So it was in a way my fault that my father died. I was just a mistake brought into the world to bring heartache to my own mother.

So all my life, I had never actually felt the love and affection of a mother or a father to their daughter as my mother was cold and unemotional to me. She hated me and did not care about me.

Heck she would be happy and rejoice if she heard that something bad had happened to me, I thought while going to the bathroom to take some tissues to wipe away my teary eyes.

While now standing in the bathroom, there staring at my reflection in the mirror, I felt so disappointed at the image I saw staring right back at me.

The girl had ugly braces in her mouth and her face was filled with freckles.

She also had these really huge brown eyes and her body was nothing compared to model looking bodies that were now always featured on TV.

Oh what I would give to be like my perfect sister Ashley. I thought to myself. My sister was gorgeous and was one of the prettiest girls at school with a skinny looking body to die for. She wore high heels, short skirts that showed her gorgeous legs and was the popular at school.

While I, Olivia wore my nerdy glasses, loose blue jeans, t-shirts and sneakers. I wore like that because it was what I felt comfortable in and I really did not care that much or know about fashion trends.

Right now my sister was in her own room doing whatever morning ritual she did which made her look like someone auditioning for the next top supermodel. I was not allowed into her room as stated so by the big DO NOT ENTER signs flashing on her door.

Feeling mischievous one day, I had entered her room wanting to know what she was hiding but a large part of me had wanted to greet my sister good morning as I rarely ever saw her. As whenever she was at home she just locked herself in her room which I was not allowed to enter.

I truly regretted doing so as on that day. For when she saw me enter her room she was furious with me, shouted and even went on to intentionally cut circles around one of my favorite t-shirts. A t-shirt I had worked hard for to earn money to buy and my sister had done that to teach me a lesson. It was a lesson I never forgot and it worked as I never planned to set foot into her room ever again.

Hearing the hoot of the bus which came to pick students at the bus stop near my house, I quickly picked up my bag filled with school books and ran down stairs. I then picked up my lunch and rushed outside for the bus.

It was scorching hot today causing me to use my hands to block my eyes from the burning sun as I got out of the house.

 Our little cottage house although luckily in a safe neighborhood had a little yard and that's how we were able to afford it. Our rich neighbors had big yards and big houses causing our little house to stand out in a bad way.

Although the yard was little at least there was still a little space for my little garden. When I had nothing to do that's where I spent my time, looking after and planting plants. After checking out how my little garden was doing quickly, I then rushed to the bus stop near our house.

"Aah!" I screamed in a high pitched voice just as I found myself falling down with my face heading straight for the dirty pavement and it truly hurt.

It was all thanks to my darling Mean sister Ashely as she was the one who had intentionally shoved me roughly while also going to her ride.

Her ride was not the bus but one of her friends car which had come to pick her up, a nice pink Mercedes Benz.

In her little pretty outfit and high heels, my sister did not even care to say sorry or help me up. Instead she just rushed to air hug her two popular girlfriends Cynthia and Fiona who were now laughing at poor me in their fancy car. 

“Just look at how clumsy she is.”

"She can’t even check where she is going."

 "Maybe it’s those ugly nerd glasses of hers.” I heard them shout while laughing at me from their fancy car and then they drove off to school.

 But to make it worse all the people in the school bus had also seen me fall and were all now also laughing while pointing at me.

The bus then hooted again signaling time to go. It was either I hurry to enter the bus or they were going to leave me. I was so tempted to let the latter happen and not go to school but I then remembered that at home my horrible drunk mother was there.

So either way home or school, I was just going to still get ridiculed. Choosing school I then got up and dusted myself off with my hands as my clothes where now filled dirt spots from falling on a dirty place.

As I walked to the bus I could still taste dust particles inside my mouth which was disgusting . It meant that I had just eaten dust from a place walked on by many shoes and heck someone might even have hurled there.

Feeling like almost vomiting myself from this revelation, I still continued my walk to the bus. As I reached it, I so dreaded going in knowing the reaction I was going to get. I then stepped in ready to face the ridicule and laughter of my fellow school mates.

As soon as I entered the bus and as expected, they all started laughing at me. I felt so humiliated as I heard their fits of laughter and the ridicule comments that were being shouted out loud to me like clumsy freak.

It felt so unfair as it was not even my fault that I had fell and weren't you supposed to ask a person that fell if they were okay instead of laughing at them. I hated them all.

 Some jerks even had the nerve to pull a leg, causing me to almost fall again while walking to my seat.

With my head down, I  walked to the empty last seats of the bus. I had no one to sit with as I had no friends so I was used to sitting alone and having no one to talk too.

Without a minute passing, they all got back to chatting between themselves about the latest gossip, totally forgetting about me.

  I also was just a bloody nobody who could be easily forgotten. My own mother did not want me so what could I expect from other people. 

Heck it was even a miracle that people noticed me today because of my painful fall as most days I just entered the bus unnoticed.

I now sat there in the bus feeling so lonely in a crowded bus and put on headphones to block out all their excited happy voices and be lost in my own little world.

After a while the bus then finally stopped having arrived at the school. I picked up my bag pack and first waited for everyone to get out so I could get out last as I was sited at the back of the bus.

“Sorry, but I’ve not gotten out yet!” I yelled out to the bus lady who was now moving the bus before I was out.

“Sorry young Lady, whatever your name is, next time be quick in getting out!” The bus lady shouted grumpily while stopping the bus. I then got out of the bus while thinking of how even the bus lady did not know or even notice me. How I was not only just a bloody nobody but invisible too.