The Hero That Came Without A Cape; Ai (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

Chapter Three*

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Waking up today was really hard. After my shift ended last night, I came straight home and fell asleep. I was so tired, and I was unlucky enough to have to go to the hell whole I call school today.

Yeah people say that you get made fun of most in middle school, well high school is much worse. I guess people just don't understand that you're suppose to grow up in high school.

As the band Addictive Panic, we created a YouTube channel and uploaded our first video. I don't know if people from school have heard about us yet, but I bet we're going to go places.

I sugar coated my mom into paying half of my insurance this sixth months since I could only get half of it in time. But at least I don't have to worry so hard for another 6 months.

I get paid this Friday after my shift ends, and I supposedly don't make that great of money. I guess it is true, but I just need a job. Even that little bit will help towards everything.

If I get enough this up coming Friday I might have enough to buy myself a drum kit. I only need another 25 dollars to get it. I've been saving up for one ever since I got this job.

It has been successful, sort of. I just hope I get paid as much as I did at KFC. I just don't know how to make ends meet sometimes.

I put on my black skinny jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. That is my normal outfit like everyday. I walked out into my kitchen and my mother was there.

"Please take those jeans off," my mom said.

"No I'm good thanks," I said. I'm done with her shit.

"What did you say?"

"I said 'no I'm good thanks',"

"How much do you weigh?"

"140 why?"

"How about this as soon as you weigh 115 you can wear skinny jeans like those," she said and I was infuriated. I walked back in my room, grabbed my bag, my phone, and my keys. I proceeded to get in my car and I drove down to my street.

Why would she say something like that? Was it really true? Am I really that fat? I mean it wouldn't be true if my mother didn't say it.

Sometimes I wish my mom would abuse me instead of insulting me. Bruises fade and cuts heal, but words are never forgotten. And the feeling you get when hearing those words will never go away when you hear those words over and over again to the point where it keeps you up at night.

The words from my mom and kids at school sometimes keeps me up all night. The words basically haunt me. I mean their the ones that caused me to due stuff today.

As I pulled into the parking lot of school, I noticed a lot of people were outside. I killed the ignition and started to get out of my car. That's when I heard it.

"Wow you're a freak Casper the friendly ghost," some kid said. Why would they say something like that? I walked up to the throng of kids in front of our school to see one person on the inside. Casper Keanu. Casper is one of the nicest kids I've ever known. He honestly one of the best kids.

"Umm hey Asshole. Why don't you leave Casper alone? Uh?" I said towards one of the schools well-known bullies.

"Why you wanna talk to the kid. Your just as much of a freak as this kid," he said. I didn't know his name, but he looked familiar. He had dark brown hair, and was shaggy. He was around 6'4', and had brown eyes.

"Well at least Casper is a lot nicer than you're horny bastard âss," I told him.

"Yeah well-" he stopped abruptly dumbfounded. "Yeah well-" he stopped again to think.