I guess if you put me in category I would be a nerd.  I love reading HUGE  books and A Diary of a Wimpy Kid series I consider baby books.  Also I have no social life whatsoever, and I'm a brainiac.  My life is fine but I feel like there's a jinx or curse on me because all my friends move away, and all but 2 important male figures in my life died in the span of two years. Yay. It's odd.

Different things happen when I'm nervous or mad. When I was younger I felt like I wanted to erupt like a volcano,and fire came out my hands. And when I wanted to be alone there was an invisible barrier. My friends don't understand I can't tell my parents and I don't get it. Will I ever fit in? No? Well this story is the one of my life and it is not yet written, but I can write it.

My dad is a psychopath and yells about nothing, says I'm useless on a daily basis, drinks a 6-pack of beer and smokes a pack of cigarettes a day. He's the worst person ever but buys me stuff to shut me up.

   Mom is supportive, pliable, and useless. 

   My sister is seven and annoying as heck she wrecks my room and both parents blame me for all her messes. Both of my parents and even my sister hate me. So yeah.

   One day I was in my room wondering about stuff when dad came in drunk and yelled, "You little******* get your fat @ss  up and do something!" That was the last straw for me.

"Shut up,", I shouted "Shut up! My name is Amanda stop calling me that name!"  Something blew up inside of me I screamed louder than I ever had. 

   Do you know how in movies and books someone sings really high to break the glass?  Well that was what happened with me but to the extreme.  Glass flew everywhere and all at my dad almost shredding him. 

   I shouted "Stop!",  scared it would kill him, but the glass stopped and flew back to their places.  I shut my door horrified by what I had done.  I cried for the first time in five years.

(This is my first book so I don't understand some things so comment and vote I promise that it will be longer next part.)