A Lonesome Life At Fifteen
Del Carter, a lonesome girl, fifteen years of age, hated her life and everything in it. She had many problems affecting everything she did. Problems at home caused problems at school. Problems in school affected her social life. It seemed that everything she did turned out wrong. It was a hot, sticky, summer day in July. Del sat in her bed, with a book in her hand. She read a lot because she felt as if it took her out of reality and away from her pain and suffering. Sometimes Del would lie on her bed and listen to the birds chirp. Such a simple thing made Del so happy. She also loved to listen to the children play and laugh. Del envied them. She wished that she had friends to play with when she was younger. Her parents were downstairs fighting as they had always done. This didn't even faze Del anymore because she was used to the yelling and fighting. Her parents acted like children. Del always wondered why they didn't get divorced. She didn't stop reading until her parents started to talk about her. "If she was like Andy, then maybe she would do something with her life. She would be out doing -- kid things," said Mr. Carter. Andy was Del's older sister. She graduated college and worked as an accountant for the Bank of
. She was the exact opposite of Del. She was smart, funny, pretty, popular, and most importantly she was loved. Her mother then screamed, "Del just needs time to... open up." Del's mother at least attempted to act like she loved and cared about Del. But deep down her mom knew that Del would never open up to anybody. Her mom knew that Del would always be the same boring, fat, ugly Del that she was that day. The words that her parents said hit her like targeted bullets. Every word cut her like a knife. She thought that her parents had a right to say what they did about her. After all Del was a complete failure. She then bottled up the heartache inside as she always did and went back to reading her book. That September, when school began, Del woke up and started her daily routine. Everyday she would get up, put on anything, eat breakfast, and walk out the door. When she did this she thought of her sister. She wondered about what Andy did on her first day of the tenth grade. "Was she excited," Del thought to herself. Del was never excited about school. To her it was just another place where people made fun of her and talked about her. She went to school that day wearing black pants, a black shirt and black shoes. She wasn't wild about colors. They were too happy and full of life. Del wasn't living a happy wonderful life, so why should she be something she wasn't?. She didn't care about what she wore. She simply got dressed with whatever was lying around.. She walked down the hallway with a depressed lifeless look on her face. She dragged her feet across the school floor as if they were two heavy weights. Down the hallway stood two boys who had nothing better to do with their lives then stare at her. When she passed them, they began to talk about her. "What did she do to them," she thought to herself. She had never even seen those two boys before. She did nothing to deserve this constant torture. Del's life went on. Year by year, day by day, it was all the same. Her life was filled with pain and suffering until one dark day, God decided that Del was needed somewhere else. On October 3, 1993, Del got into a car accident. It was a head-on collision and she died from the harsh impact. She was finally free.