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Why Me

Why Me

Author:Devilish Angel

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Introduction
Why Me? Have you ever questioned this yourself? Sarah Watson is a girl who is oversized. She rarely has any friends. She goes through lots of hardships in her life, be it in her family or school or high school or her love life. The story starts from her school life and it goes on. But with all those hardships, will she give up? Or will she be able to survive and make herself stronger? Will she be able to make friends? Will she get love? "What about the time... the time we spent together? What about everything we did together? What about…" He interrupted me as he made his shirt free from my hand, looked at the side she was on and said, "It was a time pass for me. Just look at her and look at yourself in the mirror. I love her. I missed her. I did not feel anything for you. I just played with you. Do you think a fatty like you deserves me? Ha-ha, did you really think I loved a hippo like you?"
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A SHORT REQUEST FROM MY SIDE. AS THIS IS MY FIRST STORY THERE MIGHT BE SOME MISTAKES. SO I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND AND FORGIVE THE MISTAKES I MADE. YOU CAN FREELY POINT THEM OUT SO THAT I CAN DO BETTER.

ALSO THE STORY MIGHT HAVE SOME DARK SIDE

VERY LESS

, IF YOU ARE BOTHERED BY SOME PARTS YOU CAN POINT IT OUT BUT I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO EDIT THAT PART BUT I ALSO WILL NOT DO THE SAME MISTAKE TWICE.

LASTLY, PLEASE LEAVE YOUR REVIEWS. I WISH TO SEE HONEST REVIEWS BECAUSE THAT IS THE ONLY WAY I CAN KNOW ABOUT YOUR VIEWS. THANK YOU :

HAPPY READING!!

<<…So, I was swayed for a moment." His words were like bullets piercing my heart. I still could not believe what he was saying, I grabbed his shirt and asked with tears in my eyes, "What about the time... the time we spent together? What about everything we did together? What about…" He interrupted me as he made his shirt free from my hand looked at the side she was and said, "It was a time pass for me. Just look at her and look at yourself in the mirror. I love her. I missed her. I did not feel anything for you. I just played with you. Do you think a fatty like you deserves me? Ha-ha, did you really think I loved a hippo like you? ">>

Well, I am an ordinary girl. I do not know if a fat girl with no talent is called ordinary but I call myself ordinary. My name is Sarah Watson. Pretty name nah? But I have tons of names I am called rather than this. Many are indirectly insults and a very few are cute. I was totally an introvert. When I did not read Grade two and directly went to Grade three since that day I had almost no friends. Coincidentally, after I jumped a class, I had to put on the spectacles too due to my poor eyesight. Obviously till grade 1, I had a few friends with whom I played, I laughed and shared lunch. But after skipping one grade I was unable to talk to anyone.

I was a shy girl. Well the only time I had company was during lunch time as my mom packed me delicious lunch every day. I could not make any friends. No one ever noticed me. The so called girl friends always talked and laughed with each other. Once when I tried to be with them, they behaved as if I was a being a thorn there as if I was disturbing them. So after that I never tried. I was alone. They never shared anything with me. So, I always thought why is it me who is not in their friend circle? Why is it me who is ignored? Why me? Why??

I never went to school picnics because I would be alone. Obviously as a child I would have loved to go but I never did. I never went school the day after the picnic because I did not have courage to listen to their beautiful stories of picnic. I never let my parents know that I was a loner in school. They also did not know because in teacher parents meet the teachers always said that I do good in studies and do not speak much. But my parents did not think much maybe because they thought I was afraid of teachers, and also because I had good scores there were no complaints. So they did not think about it much.

My mom is a housewife and my dad is a businessman. They helped me in studies. My dad always made me focus on Mathematics. When I went home from school I love to spend my time with my sister

1 year younger cousin sister

. Although she is younger than me she is beautiful and talented in many ways. Until I was in grade 1 we studied in same school. The school was near from our house but it was not so good although they taught well, there were no much of extra-curricular activities. So my sister’s parents transferred her to another school which had better facilities. I jumped class then. As she was the only sister I had and she was like a friend to me and I loved spending time with her. But many times when I went to play with her she used to have phone calls from her friends. They talked for hours. Although my sister was better than me in many areas, the only thing I was jealous of her was because she had friends. I wished that at least I would have one friend with whom I can share my things, my feelings, to laugh with and to play with. When I was child I never fought with my sister.

My father was the eldest in our family and my sister’s father was my father’s younger brother. We had two aunts too. One was already married and one unmarried. We all lived together. Although we lived together we had different kitchens and my small aunt was with us. She ate with us, our laundries were done together, and everything was with us.

My sister was always forward in everything whether it be studying or sports or speaking or in beauty. Whereas me one the other side I... I did not learn so many things. I did not get even one certificate or medal for anything. For five years I spent my school life like that until one day. A news had circulated that new admissions will be done. Obviously this was done yearly but this time I had a motive.

HELLO DEAR READERS, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS NOVEL. I HOPE YOU ALL WILL ENJOY THE STORY FURTHER. I AM REALLY VERY GRATEFUL. IF YOU WISH TO INTERACT WITH ME, YOU CAN MESSAGE ME ON MY INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT: devil_ish.angel

?-> WHAT DO YOU THINK, WHAT IS HER MOTIVE?

MUCH LOVE –AUTHOR