the imagination and reality- all is not as it seems

Kapitel 1

Great, again such a fucking day. Well, okay, it's already late, I have to get ready for school, although I don't really care if I'm late, nobody cares anyway except these stupid teachers who always send you directly to detention. Mom has probably been to work for a long time and dad is drunk on the coach in front of the TV as well as every morning, my brother Colin is still asleep because he spent the night with his girlfriend again, which means he can't drive me and I have to walk to school...again. I hate school i only go there because i have to, i hate the attention i get from my classmates all the time at school just because of my looks yes ok i have the perfect face the well-groomed hair and a great style but i can't stand it anymore that everyone want to be friends with me they all just look at my look and don't care about my problems when i tell them about them, I would prefer to be alone and have no friends, or if only one who understands me, it is difficult to find a loyal friend these days but yeah.My life isn't perfect like everyone thinks, I have a mother who is at work from morning to night and I only see her on the weekends, a father who is an alcoholic and is not interested in his children or anyone else and a 17-year-old brother who has to struggle with his own problems, actually he is a great brother and cares about me well, I really like him a lot but I think he is even worse than me Since he also has to bear all this responsibility over everything, I don't blame him for sometimes freaking out and roaring around, I can somehow understand him. On the way to school, I always buy a bun from the bakery with the money that mom always puts on my bedside table before she goes to work. She herself doesn't really earn a lot of money and if then she has to spend it on things like house costs and dad doesn't earn anything anyway since he was dismissed at work. I don't talk to anyone about what's going on at my house, people don't care and I don't really like to talk about it either but sometimes I wish for someone who knows about it and supports me.