☆The Beginning☆

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The worlds a cruel place to those who aren't born rich, pretty, talented, popular, smart, and able, yet people of all kinds still walk around blindly acting based on the majority. What kind of world do we live in? One full of hope or one divided in self-hatred? I still don't understand why it is so hard for people to change? If you say you will why are you the same?...

 I pulled away from my computer sighing, looking around my new room that was covered in unopened boxes i have yet to put up. let's just say I'm not thrilled about the move. a huge, big city full of completely new people Ya no I hate every bit of this, and i hate my mom even more for causing all this! if only she kept it in her pants and actually loved my dad, we wouldn't be here... maybe he'd actually be happy. I reluctantly get up out of my chair and make my way past the mess of boxes. 

I leave my room and have to continue walking around many boxes in the house. seems like dad hasn't fully unpacked either, well I don't blame him with mom always trying to talk to him or con money out of him. I don't like her at all and I gladly chose to live with my father Hes way more of a kind man then she is a good mother, and my brother Basile of course chose what I chose Hes attached to me and its cute. I make my way to the stairs and carefully walk down them turning the corner into the kitchen I already hear that bitching ear bleeding voice that belonged to my mother.

Evelyn Camila that was her name. she was the bitchiest headache of a person I have ever met and she's my mother at that. if I had to wish death on it would be her for what she put my dad threw. Hes a sweet kind and caring man, he'd give everyone he walked past the world, despite not being able to get it himself.  a pure angel I'd say he is better than all of the stories I know. her and my father were arguing in the kitchen, from what little i heard it was once again about her needing money as she was flat broke and was going to end up homeless, what lying shit she was I bet she had many men paying her money for in kindly acts. 

i give up listening and walk in " dad why is she here, she's not asking for money again is she? look Evelyn just go back home haven't you ruined enough?? you tore this family to shreds since you couldn't keep it in your pants, we don't need you pestering us more." my father chimed in " Felix that is no way you should speak to your mother she may have done some unforgivable things, but she still is the one that birthed you." I rolled my eyes " yes father I know but still I have no love left for her, not after what she put you through" i cross my arms giving my father a Sturn glare before my little brother came running in, running right into me " sorry bubba i missed you!!" I look down smiling.

Basile Sinclair was my little brother, he was no older then 7. we both took our fathers last name our mother just recently changed hers back to her madden name after then divorce with my father. I smile at Basile and grab his hand " hey Basile want to go play video games in my room? I'll let you play my computer. " I smile watching as Basile's eyes light up and he nodded his head.  I lead myself and Basile upstairs and into my room.

I walk over to my computer and log into it before putting on basils favorite game he plays all the time when he gets the chance to play my computer. I watch as he happily hops up in my chair and start playing. I honestly can't help but smile watching him play its sweet to see how happy he was kicking his legs and playing away. I walk over to my bed happily plopping down on it as I grab out my phone just scrolling the internet seeing what society was on today. 

I've grown to hate this world, no matter what you will never be seen in white light. every single person is a monster in their own way. I hate society and almost everything it creates it pisses me off a lot how it is. " ughhhhhh why are people like this!" I spoke to myself out loud Basile giggled shaking his head he was used to me speaking to myself.  I'm not ready to start that new school I know not a single person there, but we've already moved so I don't have a choice I can do this. 

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