A scoop of chocolate mint ice cream with three cherries on top. As I place the order in at the ice cream shop exactly four blocks away from my house. I stare at the pictures on the wall of the happy family eating their ice cream on the beach. The thought of someone actually being that happy is a load of bull. Being that my life is anything but happy. I live in perry, which is exactly in the middle of nowhere with people going nowhere including me. I am born to a very lovely meth head of a mother and a father who took me to an ice cream shop and left me there when I was two. Yeah what a perfect father figure. I go to doomdals high. The name speaks for it's self. It's the place people go just before hell. Our school is broken into four parts which include. The pops a.k.a the populars, the average, the low life's and me (the I'm so awful I have to be put in my own section).
