Ever since I was a kid, I had trouble being nice to people. I had anger issues and I teased everyone. It was always hard for me to express my feelings. Every time I tried, I'd make a wrong impression. It was stressful because, to the people I love, I always hurt.
My dad was (is) a deadbeat, gone after I turned ten. My mother is a wreck, an alcoholic, and also has asshole boyfriends. Drug dealer boyfriends. Abusive boyfriends. I hate them all. It's why I'm barely home. I was always out partying and drinking with friends. They were my real family. Brothers to me. All of them from the football team, just like me.
Even though I never told them, I love them to death. And I would do anything for them.
JULIAN:
The sound of lockers opening and closing, the clanking, and hundreds of conversations fill the hallways. I walk towards my locker. Thirteen. That was my locker number. I grabbed the lock and began to put in the code.
1309
I opened the locker and sighed as I dug in for my journal and my book. My locker was organized. I was an organized person in general. Pencil holders on the back wall. I quickly grabbed a mechanical one and closed the locker. It closed with a loud clunk that blended in with the rest of the noise in the hall.
I make my way upstairs to science for the first period. I enter and a warm breeze hits me. It was always hot in the science room. I hated the heat. Especially because I always wear sweaters. I slow down when I see sticky notes on all of our desks. Instead of our usual four table groups, it was two.
"Find your name on your assigned seat." Mrs. Lee told me.
I used to lay back and let everyone else do the work, but now I have to communicate. Which I hate doing, especially in this class. I have no friends here. And I know barely anyone here. Except for Mark.
I rolled my eyes and sighed as I searched the room to find my name. It was at the very back corner. I checked the sticky right next to me and my heart dropped.
Mark D.
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The Way It Could've Been
Lãng mạnJulian Garcia had always been on the outskirts of popularity. Ever since his mother died, and his father's neglect, it was never easy to fit in anymore. That was until Mark Daniels. Even though Mark Daniels had a terrible life at home, with an abusi...
