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The happiest girl

- Based on a true story 

Names have been changed

This story is about a girl named Amelia. She is seen from 3 point of views: the schools point of view, her own point of view, and lastly her best friend Hannah's point of view.

The girl known to living the happiest life has loving parents and getting high scores is known as Amelia. She’s the person whom we look up to and get inspired. She’s the favorite of the principal and teachers. She is an example given to parents to show how good their school is. It seems she does nothing but study at home passionately. She’s the most popular girl now. She’s different from others. Looking up, she always has a smile on her face, helps other people when they need an advice or a shoulder to cry on, is kind and doesn’t take advantage of any opportunity. Now that’s she’s popular she could tell her classmates or other people do her home works so she could have fun instead she doesn’t do that. Sometimes even the popular girl can be made fun of but that doesn’t affect her. She would wear full clothes to cover her body a shirt and pants. Some of her “fake” friends went to her house. The next day everybody was talking about Amelia’s parents. Word spread fast around here either bad or good. They told their class on storygram and voila. They said that they were so caring and kind and mostly loving. Here was when everyone got to know about her parents. People at a point wished that they were their parents. Even I did. Everyone wished that they were Amelia. Now it’s my turn to tell my story. I’m Amelia and my story is different to what others tell and see. Every day I go to school with a smile stitched to my face. The school is another world for me, a new place. Here I can have the best 6 hours of my life. I didn’t have real friends’ just fake ones because of my popularity and I honestly didn’t like it but I felt good sometimes to get the attention. Now don’t think I’m an attention seeker. Since everybody has their story here’s mine. I’m Amelia, a 15 year old girl who is currently in grade 9 and studying really hard for a life ahead. Now let’s talk about home. The parents, whom the girls saw, wore a mask on their face. They are 2 sided people who show the world that they are ideal parents and on the other hand ask me. They are the most cruel, abusive and strict parents. Hey I also try to think about the positive outcomes of their “scolding” but there are none. I get beaten about every small thing I do. Thankfully I have no other sibling otherwise I would’ve died a long time ago to see what cruelty would’ve done to them. It has been like this for 14 years. The perfect grades I get at school it’s not because I study from home I study in school breaks or early in school. I’m not a gifted, who reads and memorizes everything. It’s a really tough time for me. It’s just fate taking my side and understanding what I’m going through and I’m lucky that all. I want to study so that I can get a decent job away from my parents rent an apartment; try to save money for college. Just away from this family. Now this question may arise ‘why don’t you leave that place?’ You tell me where do I go, on the streets, to a friend’s house?! Do I even have a friend? I’m young to get a bank card so where do I keep my money. How should I feed myself? If I go they’ll call the police, not that they care about me and when they find me wonder what happens to me. It’s come to every point to my life to commit suicide but…. Deep down believe it or not I think I love them a bit, just because I am their daughter. I’m in a difficult situation. Remember I told you I like the attention I get it’s because at least I get attention from anyone. I wear clothes covering my body to hide my bruises. I have no idea how to pass with good grades but I’m trying my best. The reason why I help people when they feel sad is that I know what I went through shouldn’t be the same for other so I try to be there for them when I see someone in need. I am lonely and I don’t even have a true friend whom I can open up to because if I keep it to myself it burst like a balloon. Luckily, in grade 10 a new girl transferred to our school, Hannah. When I transferred to this school, I was literally scared. Walking down the corridors seeing the popular girl clutching her books to her chest, I got upset. I thought of her as a threat to me. I think I watched too many movies and especially “Mean Girls” on repeat. When she saw me upset she came up to me and asked if I was okay. I was a bit shy but I nodded my head. She introduced herself. I told her that I recently transferred so said that if I needed a friend or anyone to talk to or any sort of help I could come find her. I was surprised and taken aback. At the same time, I sensed negativity. At recess, I went out to find her. I saw her walking towards the basketball court. The other bell rang and the kids from the other classes and soon the ground were crowded. I tried to pass through but as soon as I reached the court, I lost sight of her. I tried to look everywhere but it was like she disappeared. I gave up looking and the bell rang. I went to class and surely wanted to find her again. The time flew by. I couldn’t focus on my first day. I was worried for some reason and about a person whom I knew nothing about. The bell rang and during the second recess I ran to the basketball court first. I waited for Amelia and when I saw her coming I called out to her, she tried to leave but I caught up with her. I tried to become friends with her. Not for popularity but as a true friend. We had a little fun talk and walked around school. The next day we did the same and so on for a couple of days but I got the realization she felt uneasy and I asked her about it. She told me she had no friends and usually went to her secret spot. I practically begged her to take me there and alas I persuaded her. It was behind the benches where no-body could find her so that explains where she vanished for the first day. Soon we became best friends and she opened up to me. I felt so bad and being there for her for the past month really helped her. I never went to meet her parents and planned to keep it that way I helped her in any way possible and she sometimes crashed at my place and snuck home late at night so she could keep a distance from her parents. She met mine and they instantly fell in love with her. One day, on her 16th birthday she told me wanted to leave her parents and move in with me I of course said yes but before that I told her to get some things before she left. That day late at night she quietly went into her parent’s room used a master key to unlock the cabinet and took her passport and some money. She took a small suitcase and her school bag, packed and stuff and threw it out her window. She wrote a note saying “You didn’t deserve me” and left the house. She took her saved money and before leaving she looked back and swore she’d never come back again. And how do I know this? It’s because I was the one who took her in my car to our house and from that day we remained like sisters.