As I walk down the path I see all my past friends staring right through my skull as though I was never there, which I'm not. That's how I think now, just a small error in the world and yet I walk on. My father is a slob who sits on the couch all day and drinks, and my mother passed after giving birth to me. The only thing she was able to say was "Infinity" pointing at my small yet fragile head. "Hey Infinity, is it just that your head isn't screwed on right or did your mom drop you on your head when you were little!?" Asks Marcus (a brutal boy from my same high school) fiercely. I pause at the horror and fright of him being behind me. I swing out my left hand in a fist formation but he catches it and suddenly "crack", all the boys and girls stop laughing. I fall down and start to cry, Marcus backs off and swears under his breath. And all I can see is looming figures a few red and blue lights and two men picking me up and putting me in an ambulance and the world fades and I'm asleep.
