The snow crunched under my feet every time I took a step. It was like little tiny ice cubes crunching under every footstep. Which it was exactly right. After school was the best part of the day for me.
"I don't understand why you have to go..." I said to my friend who was moving away. He was telling me he didn't want to be friends anymore.
"I'm sorry Hugh but that's how it his. See ya" he walked off and I sighed. I walked home. I saw my mother but another man.
"She's bound to be pregnant...again..." I sighed. My mom brought home a new guy every night. She was a sex addict. I hate her. And I have no one else to live with. I entered my room and began to write in my journal. People call me a believer. Being one who believes in demons, ghosts, and other mythical creatures. I turned my radio on playing some heavy-beat dubstep. For you who doesn't know what that is, it's that electronic crap on steroids. I was almost done with my journal. But the night went by quickly. By the time I looked up it was 3 A.M. I'm not going to sleep. It's called a fear of sleeping. The next morning school was back on and I walked my way over to the building which I called my hell. I walked in and sat at a desk. Someone came up and towered over me.
"What's up shit face?" A deep voice bellowed.
