Chapter Seven
Lucy
I was a freshman in high school in San Francisco, California. To this day, I don’t know why we moved there, but we did. It was brutal for me. I’d always been the smallest person in my class. I’d been teased all through elementary school for my size. I was kind of shy, not shy like afraid shy, but more socially shy. My childhood had sucked. To put it bluntly, my dad was an asshole. He wasn’t physically violent too often, but he was emotionally and psychologically abusive to my mother. He berated her constantly, to the point she was almost invisible. She had zero self-esteem and never spoke up for herself.
I was an inconvenient afterthought for my dad. When I was really little, he ignored me, and I thought that was hard. Until I got old enough for him to notice me. Some
