Nobody Knew Her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks from her pretty hazel eyes. A lit cigarette dangled limply between her fingers and Green Day blasted from the stereo speakers.1

She had had enough. Kizzy was fed up of school, parents and so called ‘friends’. She just wanted a way out of this hellish lifestyle but that was proving extremely hard.2

A burning hatred ripped through this young girls veins, as she stared aimlessly at the school books in front of her. She couldn’t understand any of them. Not her science book, not her german book, not her maths book and certainly not her business studies book. Kizzy knew deep down that she’d never understand any of this and that made her feel hopeless, annoyed and pathetic.3

Glaring at herself in the mirror, she is overcome with disgust. Why couldn’t she do this? Why was it so hard for her? Everybody else in her classes can do this work, so why can’t she? 4

Kizzy sighed in frustration. Exams were in four months. She knew that, so why does everyone keep reminding her? It was driving her insane. She’d never been good under pressure and that wasn’t going to change any time soon. So why even bother? 5

Exams in Kizzy’s opinion were useless anyway. She was going to be a prostitute. Simple. It was an easy job, sometimes disgusting and very self-depreciating but sex was all Kizzy knew. And judging by her abysmal school grades it was all she was ever going to know. 6

So closing her books, stubbing out her cigarette and pulling on her shoes, Kizzy grabbed her jacket and her wallet, and left. 7

She didn’t even look back at her house. She’d left no note, to explain to her parents. She just left. She changed her name to Vivian, bought some sexy lingerie and moved on with her life. 8

Her parents, friends or family heard nothing more from the rebellious runaway. Before too long, Kizzy was forgotten, it was only after she’d gone everybody realised they didn’t know her at all. To them, she was just the kid with the weird music taste, the one that always wore wristbands, the quiet one that wore way too much eyeliner, the girl that always seemed so distant.9

Hence, because nobody knew her all that well, nobody missed her all that much. A sad, awful fact but a true one at that.