Something Is Going To Change
I have always been a weirdo. The weird kid in school. The kid who would get laughed and bullied because i'm well.. Different. People would get weeks old expired milk and would pour it onto my head. I'm allergic to milk.. and as soon as spots appeared on my face i started to get laughed at even more. They even made me a nickname. Pepperoni Face. I can't even tell anyone about this.. because, I have no one to tell. I can't tell a teacher or else i would be seen as a tattle tale and would be bullied more. I can't tell my parents because they died. They died the night they brought me home from the hospital. Well at least that's what my aunt and uncle would say but i don't believe them.
Something about them just seems off. Like they are hiding something from me. They always act like i am not a part of them. Not a part of their perfect family..with their picture perfect daughter.. Camilla. She is the 'dream girl' the one that all girls want to be. Pretty..Smart..Popular.. She is also a bully..My bully.. Oh how i wish i would know how to be popular. How to draw attention to you just as you walk into the room. How i wish people would buy me gifts and presents on my birthday.. and you know what is aswell funny i have the same birthday as my Camilla! and of course i am like the forgotten child because i never get to have a grand party or even just someone saying happy birthday to me.
So i work at this cat cafe to buy myself presents. The cafe i work at allows cats to come in play with our toys we have for them. we even have our own little cats. My favourite cat is Rosie, she is a ginger and white cat and can be playful but also has the reputation of being non-clingy to new people she will warm up to certain people if they have reached her standards and that being me as the only person who have reached her standards every one else just gives up 10 minutes because she is too stubborn. As soon as she knows that i have come to the cafe she pounces onto me! and just sits on my lap while i do people's orders at the register.
Every Friday, We get to take the cats home to build a better connection with them and of course no one takes Rosie home with them because she won't even let them pick her up or go near her! So Rosie just comes home with me besides me and her have the best times together in my bedroom. We get to watch movies and play fetch! (even cats play fetch just so you know) we also have our quiet times where we just look outside the window though its always the same trees and flowers outside that isn't the point, me and Rosie are just both glad we get to have some quality time together.
Tomorrow is Friday so i can bring Rosie home! and also my birthday. Again. I'm turning 18 tomorrow. I don't know why but i still get the shock every single year that literally no one remembered my birthday because i always have just a tiny bit of hope that maybe someone or something will remember my birthday. I still feel it inside me but this year it feels different, This year it feels like i have been waiting for this moment for almost all my life.. like something is going to change.
