Sorry, I Upgraded My Life Novels & Stories

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry." I kneeled in front of my parents at the doorstep, mechanically repeating the vows I had practiced countless times. "I've realized my mistakes. I swear from now on, I will treat Jake well. Everything will be about him first. He's the best. He comes first. His life is more important than mine." As soon as I finished speaking, the director Arthur Black's voice rang out, "Cut!" This transformation reality show had finally wrapped up.

And suddenly I became greedy, I wanted to be a bad person for once in my life, I wanted the life she had, I wanted to know what it felt like to be in power, I wanted a life I've always dreamed of, I'm sorry.

Curtis suddenly felt a hint of unease when he heard me asking him like that. However, I didn't give him the time to think of an answer. I handed it straight to him instead. "That was because I gravely injured my leg while saving someone ten years ago. And since then, I've never been able to run as quickly as I used to. However, that same person called me a leech. Don't you think that's funny?" "That's impossible!" Curtis looked like he had just been struck by lightning. His fingers wouldn't stop trembling either. "That person couldn't possibly be you!"

We had each other, and that was all that mattered. **Sorry for the delay guys had to make an unplanned very fast move and well laptop got broke. Back to daily updates now!""

I started, holding back any sort of emotional tone as best as I could, "...I just miss my old life, I guess is my point." "Aka, look," Poppy said, looking at me directly, "Don't get all mushy over any of that. Once we get outta here, you can have your old life back, so don't worry!" Her upbeat attitude helped a bit, but once we looked away and continued walking, all I could think was, "IF, we get out of here."

I whispered the words, the very sound of it ejecting a laughter from me. A sad laughter. “This is so pathetic!” I choked, silently breaking down as tears left my eyes. “I am so pathetic. My entire life so… so pathetic and I’m sick of it!” I’m so tired of feeling this way. I’m tired of it… which is why I need to change it. “I need to change, and get my life back.” I said, letting the words sink in. “That’s right, I need to take my life back! From all of them. This is my life, and my decision. Everything is my decision”

A biological dead end. It was the greatest shame of my life. It was a brutal, humiliating blow to my ego, a flaw that made me feel defective and broken. I paid cash to ensure the medical records were buried deep. I shoved the truth so far down inside myself that I almost convinced myself it wasn't real.

Just a message, sitting there on my screen like she'd planned exactly when to send it and exactly what it would do to me. “Thanks for everything, for saving me, but I don't belong to this kind of life. You and your brother are so fucking confused. Hope you guys make up. Thanks so much.’ I read it twice. Then a third time, like rereading it might change what it said. I don't belong to this kind of life.

59 G R I F F I N I have been through a lot of shit in life. I have been called a freak since I was young and I honestly no longer mind being called one. I left my old hometown because it was getting too chaotic in there for me. Freak. I am a freak.

He'd then reassure me gently, "Take it slow. You'll grow to like the spice one day." I stopped listening to his phone conversation with Queenie and dejectedly ate my meal. My tears wouldn't stop falling, and my food became saltier with each bite.