• Chapter 1

    I glanced at the television in front of me as the screen was playing an advertisement. What commercial, you ask? Well, in my opinion, I think the view that I am seeing right now is so bland and wearisome that some people might even stop and go to sleep. Right there. In front of their screen.

    Recently, back in October, I was randomly selected to advertise a car that is so old that nobody would even want to purchase that nasty, deserted automobile. And to get even more exciting, I am a girl, and other individuals would gaze at me surveying me just to look at my body structure and outfit. At that time, I wore a plain, white shirt and jeans, just to make me very boyish so that I could be suitable to blend in the background for the ad. Seeing myself in the blurry and hard-to-see screen makes me want to puke.

    Not only do I wear that horrible clothing that the car repairers had given me, but I had to smile. Yes, and that is what I hate most. Before that long-lasting, disturbing day, just before that month, at the last day of September, I had went to the dentist at View Park. That is the name of the city I live in, which I agree, the most infamous and cheapest place in all of California. No one had heard of that name before, and neither would've you. But I had to live in that crappy world until I reach high school, which I can leave that disgusting living to go to college, my future dream.

    Going back to the day I went to the dentist, that experience was very horrifying. I had to have three of my teeth taken out, which is the upper and lower ones in my jaw. Screaming, with tears in my eyes, the dentist told me to sit down and relax. But I could not, and to this day, I still remembered the shocking word I had said to her.

    "b***h."

    Looking back, not only did I said that cuss word to my dentist, and even worse, near my parents, but the "helping" maniac who was supposed to try and pry my teeth out mistakenly snatched out some of my other perfect white teeth also, making my blood splattered all over the place. Even worse, my parents did not get payed extra, but actually paid extra to the dentist instead.

    From eye and to my view, these days are getting much worse as I look at my television even more, seeing my smiling, broken teeth in clear sight. Please, make the memories stop, I thought to myself, even though my advertising from before is just going to explain about the rough, old tires from the car company. Instead of going to sleep right in front of the TV, I threw the remote control to the screen, and guess what happened. The screen ripped. Crap, now I am going to get grounded.

    "Jennifer!" my mom shouted through my tightly closed door. "Dinner is ready!"

    Shoot! I was going to text my friend and now this nonsense! Unbelievable! As I went, I threw some blanket over the television so that it completely concealed the TV, and went downstairs towards my true nightmare of all. I hated joyfulness and laughter, and I am not ready to encounter happy faces that awaited me. Even worse, mine.