The Day You Took The Good Away

Mr. Mystery?

Late August I moved to Ireland. I went to a quiet, little school. Or so I thought at first. I had seen all these people in different cliques. There was the "emo clique" and the "popular clique". Why? I have no idea. I find it quite confusing myself. So, I had gone to my first block. Which was music. Thank god I mean I don't see how anyone can live without music? Anyway, on my way there I bumped into this extremely handsome, tall stranger. He had helped me pick up my books and walked me to my class. He never introduced himself though. All I know is he was in a famous band known as " Five Seconds Of Summer". I mean I never heard of that band. Only because my family had not let me listen to music. My mother was a druggie who was never home always at bars. My father was an asshole who has raped me since I was eight. Siblings? Nope. My parents don't want more. Hell, they barely want me. I go over my friend Rylee's house every so often. We had been friends since we were little. He has a crush on me. Except, I don't feel the same way. At least not the way I felt about that mysterious man.