You never cared.. so why should I?

I'M JUST SO DONE WITH YOUR SHIT!

Tommy

I, Tommy Innit, am about to have a mental breakdown. 

My family never cared for me. If they did, they never tried to show it. They hate me, and I hate them. I want this all to end. 

I walk out of my room, ready to go to school, and walk down the stairs. I see my siblings eating breakfast and talking to each other. I ignore them and walk to the kitchen to make myself some toast before I go to school.

I hear them laughing and chewing obnoxiously with them being well aware that it bothers me.

"Why don't you ever eat what we make you? Do you have to act so ungrateful towards your family?" I hear my father mutter the last part under his breath. "Wilbur wouldn't want a 'gremlin' touching the food he spent so much time making. Especially not some random kid who just happens to be living here." I spit sarcastically. Calling myself a stranger to my own brother tastes bitter on my tongue, but I'll get used to it. I grab my finished toast and walk back upstairs to grab my bag.

My family is still eating even when I walk back downstairs, so I quickly leave the house without paying any attention to their loud protests against me leaving so early. Why would they care? I wouldn't be leaving this early if they would just allow me to ride with them in the car. Maybe in another universe, they actually love me.

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I get to school on time and manage to talk with my friends for a short while. Although I don't have many friends, I'm happy with the small group that I have. 

My only friends are Aimsey, Deo, Tubbo, and the quiet kid Ranboo. I sometimes talk to Purpled's brother and his friends, but I don't think my siblings will like it if I become friends with theirs. They'll probably hate mostly because they'll have to see me, but it doesn't really matter. I hate seeing them as well.

After a while the bell rings, so I wave bye to my friends and walk to my first class of the day, gym.

My teacher is nice. She has light pink hair and a soft and gentle voice. I never heard her get mad at anyone, but I know she would be scary if she ever does get mad.

Her class is easy. She knows that it's too early to be doing too much work, so we usually play a small game of dodgeball or 2 rounds of volleyball just to wake us up. I don't like either of them, but they're easy sports to play.

After class I have a free period, so I usually spend it in the library. When I walk inside of the book covered room, I'm immediately greeted by the familiar scent of wood, copper, and a candle I can never figure out the scent of. It's a nice and calming one though.

I pick out a random book called 'The Art of War' and go to my usual corner of the library. It's a nice, quiet, and dark area illuminated by a small light in the center of the table. It's mostly hidden to others, so I use it to my advantage. It sounds weird and corny to say, but I enjoy being alone more than being with other people. It's like a break from being so social all the time.

I continue to read the random book and find that it's actually really interesting.

After a while I set the book down, marking my page with a thin ruler, and pull my phone out. I still have 30 minutes left of the free period, and 30+ missed messages. I quickly unlock my phone and notice my family's group chat is spammed with messages. I also see my friends group chat with only 5.

I open my friends chat and begin to read.

Bee: Tom?! Wehre are you!!? I thugiht u promisrd to be at the practaice tday??