As I walked to the parking lot where I had parked my car I thought why does no one want to be my friend? It's not like I don't try to make friends but every time I try they push me away but I guess I stopped trying hoping that one day I could make at least one friendship. These thoughts completely vanished when I saw my car. I was so shocked when I saw my 67' Volts Wagon Bug that I stopped mid-step and stared. My car was covered with garbage, and not only a little garbage but my whole car was covered with it. After I thought for a second on what could have happened I finally came to the conclusion that it had been done on purpose. Yes I was angry but by now I was used to it. I was always being called names and finding paper taped to my locker with mean things on them. But this was also something a lot bigger than normal so I was worried that the bullies were getting bolder.
I walked quickly over to the driver side door and yanked it open. I got in and slammed the door so hard that my window cracked. I stared at the newly formed crack that ran all the way up my window in surprise. I know I didn't close it that hard. But whatever it didn't matter I jammed the key into the ignition and started the car. I turned on the windshield wipers so I could get the garbage off so I could see. After I made sure that I could at least see out of all the most important windows that I needed for driving I backed out and drove home as fast as I could.
Once I parked in the driveway of my house I sat there for a few minutes not wanting to go in and see my parents. As I did this I looked at our house, it had a dark brown colored roof that rose up slightly in the middle, it was made to look kind of like a modern log cabin but it had lots of big windows which took away that effect. Our house is also on a large piece of green open land which I was grateful for because of the times that I didn't want to be in the house with my parents when they get mad at me for no reason (which was most of the time) because I could go walk in the woods.
I finally got up and walked inside and tried to walk quickly up to my room. No such luck.
"Daniel!" she Yelled.
Oh here we go again on the grades topic this is how most of our arguments start.
"What?!" I yelled right back.
"How were tests?" she questioned.
"I failed them." I told her as I slowly started walking up the stairs trying to get to my room before what came next.
"What!" she screeched but by then I was already up in my room and out of the window on to the roof wear I climbed down and walked into the woods to my special place.
I had built this place a couple of years ago when my life started to go to shit. My "special" place was a small tree house that was not a tree house exactly. I built it on the ground with spare wood that I had found all over. I was quite proud of my little ground tree house or whatever you want to call it. I had manage to get it water proof so I never had to worry about the things I leave inside getting wet. I walked in and shut the wood door behind me and put a board through two slots which made it so it couldn't be opened from the outside. I grabbed a book off one of my shelves and walked over to a sleeping bag and laid down. I began to read and read and I slowly drifted to sleep.
When I awoke I was surprised to see that it was daylight outside which made me think that I had slept for only a few hours but when I looked at my watch it read that it was seven-thirty a.m. My mouth dropped open and I jumped up I was going to be late for school. I grabbed my leather jacket off of the ground and jumped off the little ledge of my tree house and started running to my house, but as I was running I tripped over a tree limb and fell on to my knees which ripped a hole in my black jeans as well as my knees caps. It was bad to I would probably have to get stitches at the school nurse because I had a piece of skin hanging of and my knee had a thick stream of blood running down my leg.
