Not Everything is As it Seems Episode 1

(Hey guys! I got you guys a first person story)


I want ya'll to know that this is my story. My name is "Maggie" or so it was...
Just ignore that! I will explain later.

I lived with my parents and they were awesome and kind. They treated me like an angel.
And I loved them.
To my surprise, and maybe yours, they never fought. Even when I wasn't watching.
I thought it was unusual to fight, for parents at least.

I am a very sarcastic girl.
I mean... There was this one girl who bullied me for wearing braids. On a casual day I wear ocean-colored denim overalls and I love to draw, but I suck at it, I have a light yellow hair color that shines like gold in a pot.
But enough about how I look.
My life was, well... an ordinary life!
I come from brazil.
I wish that I could say I had a picture perfect life.
I actually did. But, everything is not as it seems.
Ya'll know the saying Don't cry over spilled milk right?
Well, that was the saying that ruined my life.
Well, first off I had a friend.
She was actually the one who drew that picture.
She committed... I don't want to talk about it.
She was an artist. She had me and another girl. Although, she didn't hang out with me as much.
So, a boy came up to me and literally spilled milk all over my new denim overalls. They cost $25.00 and my parent's usually don't take me shopping out a lot cause they don't want me to get to spoiled.
I wasn't about to cry right then and there because of that, duh! He actually got some in my eye and shouted, "What a SpOiled BRaT, Oh! Did I ruin your $350.00 overalls, SO YoUr CRYING?!" The whole school bursted into laughter. They know how kind my mother and father are so, I guess I'm considered a spoiled brat? "Well, back off! Because your life is so perfect, some bullying wouldn't hurt, would it?!" The boy said. "#$%*#, you listen here now you are assuming because I have freaking overalls I am a brat?" Everyone gasped in surprise. They thought I was clean and innocent.
Some girl then screamed, "You think you're cool for saying that? We say that everyday. You aren't even in our league, saying cuss words is goin' to ruin your picture perfect reputation." The room was silent. Until, someone said, "That's not true---" A teacher came and saw milk on my clothing. "MAGGIE, PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE NOW! JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE RICH. DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN SPILL MILK ON SOMEONE ELSE."

I tried to talk... "NO, NOW!"
"YOU ACCIDENTALLY SPILLED IT ON YOURSELF, HUH?"
"No, miss, Jonathan spilled it on me and said I was a brat--"
"YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT! FRAMING PEOPLE?! JONATHAN IS MY SON! HE IS AN ANGEL!"
Jonathan smiled innocently. Then, he stared into the depths of my soul and stuck out his tongue.
I hated everyone. But, that didn't ruin my life, yet. 
The next day, anyone who could tripped me and said, "Oh, honey, you don't need to cry over spilled milk." My mom noticed me even once coming home with scars. She was disappointed and for some reason she assumed I was fighting people. Why was everyone assuming?