"Hi! My name is October! And before you ask YES, my parents loved me very much. I am half German on my moms side, and half Russian on my dads side, but I have an American accent. Yes yes I know my heritage is off by alot but really I really dont care about this. The only thing I care about is that I am their kid. I grew up normal other than a few querks like the sudden impulse to stab someone with anything around me and insisting that I have a friend who follows me from affar in a suit. My parents put me in a hospital because I would always argue that he was there. To be honest I think he was just my imagination cause I dont see him anymore. I cant tell if thats a good thing or something much worse. My parents never gave me a straight answer as to why they called me October but given that my mother is from Germany I always thought I was just named after Oktoberfest, which is a good thing in the way that Im named after a holiday and an insult considering its where everybody drinks and becomes stupid. I am 5 feet 9 inches and I wear a orange jacket everywhere I go. People often comment as "Dont you get hot?" or "Sir im going to need to do a full search on you" because I walk into the bank like that. As if Im hiding something, I dont do it on purpose I just do it on an impulse I guess. Must have been a bank robber in my previous life. You can probably guess that almost everytime I am searched I would have to call my parents because the police dont believe a potentially dangerous person making a withdraw out of his account to buy clothes and food. I should probably tell you Im 16 years old. Whats odd and probably funny about that is I was born on October 31 so I guess it all worked out in the end that my name is October and frankly I find it weird that I was litteraly born at 12 A.M. of the thirty first. My mother said there was no pain at all as if she was drugged. Well anyway so its the beginning of school during my Junior year and im sitting alone at the breakfast table in the lunch room. Watching everyone walk around talking to their friends and im here alone. I sit alone most of the time but when I'm not alone my long childhood friend the "S Man" As he wants to be called, usually sits with me. I don't know why but when S Man does sit with me I get stares from everyone like I'm just stupid or crazy. I don't do much outside of school other than draw, shop, and talk with S Man when he's not with his parents and going through shit with his other friends. Before you ask, no I don't care if he has more friends than me and besides he said I will meet them "when I'm ready". Whatever that means. My friend S Man always wore a suit and a red tie for some reason, no matter how hot it was outside. Anyway Im alone mostly at home because my father is a workaholic and my mother cant stand the sight of me because I dont speak the same as her. Not to mention I look more like an american and nothing like a Russian or German. First of all, just because your parents look like the people in they're country doesn't mean your going to look like that. Second, My father doesn't care how I look why does she so much? Then again he's not home enough to give a damn so i guess this point is null.... Dispite the one or no friends I have I actually have ALOT of enemys despite not talking to anyone other than my parents whom I desprately dont like talking to at all. Joe (one of the enemys I have) just loves to kick the shit out of me when I walk home and frankly I dont really care that much even though I get my ass kicked at home too. You'd think I would get so sick and tired of it to the point where I would turn around and completely reck the shit out of those assholes and my mother. Luckly for me I actually think shit through instead of jumping into a desision, but the thought always lingers. In the past Ive never gotten in trouble. I was always picked on for being a goody two shoes to the point where Im still being picked on. Not only that but they pick every flaw I've ever had and shove it down my throat like I dont already know my flaws. Well that I guess is my story so far." I put the journal down and turn in my office chair as I stretch. "Well.... Another day of hell." I stand up from my chair slowly, reluctant of the day to come. Walking out of my room I listening for my mothers voice wondering if she's made it out of bed before me and waiting for any way to yell at me. As i slowly walk down the stairs I hear the words of another male unlike my fathers. I remember my father saying "I will actually make it home today." to my mom on the phone. She looked so happy talking to him but as soon as he hung up her face turned from happy to complete defeat. Out of my better judgement in anyway not to get yelled at I decided to walk outside and to school. On my way I run into my friend THE "S Man" as i mentioned in my journal. He stands tall and proud as if he can never be brought down. Every time now I see S man he gives me this look like hes happy and excited at what I'm going to do, every time I ask he always shrugs it off, changes the subject, or tells me "nothing" like its some inside joke. This time he looked at me as if he was disappointed. "Hey, uh you okay?" his look vanished as soon as i finished "......" he said as he smiled. "Alright man so how was your day?" he moved his hands as he talked like he normally does. "......." "HA HA that's great! Your friends are funny as hell. So when do I get to meet them?" "......." "Yea I know. But you've been telling me this for thirteen years now, When do I get to meet them?" "......." He says as he gives me a reassuring look. "Well I guess its better than "When your ready"." "........" "Oh my day? Well I guess its good. I heard my mom laughing and whispering to someone other than my father." "........" "Well yea I mean my father doesn't get home until later today." "........" "Sorry for what?" "......." "There you go again. "Nothing" sometimes I think that's all you can say." After a few minutes of walking we get to school and eat breakfast and all he did was watch me as I ate. "Why are you staring at me?" "......." "Intriguing? You can eat too you know" I said as I passed some food over. "........" "What do you mean you don't eat what we eat?" "......" "Whatever you say ALL POWERFUL S MAN!!!!" I say as I raise my arms up in the air. "WILL YOU SHUT UP!!!!" Someone in the lunchroom says. "SCUSE ME I AM TALKING TO MY FRIEND!!!!" "THERE IS NO ONE THERE YOU STUPID FUCK!" For a second I was confused but brushed it off as a stupid insult to how lonely I am. "Yea. Sure. The guy sitting right infront of me isnt real HA! VERY FUNNY DIP SHIT!" "Whatever loser." After a moment of silence I decide to pick up my tray and dump it but when I get back S man is nowhere to be found. As the day progresses I had to go to the restroom during one of my classes and as I walk to the bathroom there seems to be fighting right in the door way. I dont walk in the way of the door way in fear of getting caught in it. After a few minutes a kid about the size of a seinor is tossed out with fear and bruses on his face, obviously he got his ass kicked. but by who? He seems to be looking in the bathroom with fear and defeat. "Wow. I didn't think you to be a submisive bitch." I say while grinning cockily. He looks up at me and his face grows even whiter than before when he was thrown out. "OH GOD PLEASE DONT HURT ME! IM SORRY I MADE FUN OF YOU THIS MORNING! JUST PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!!" I thought it was some kind of ploy or a jab at how weak I am. "OH HAHA! Seriously why are you picking on me? What have I done?" "YOUR RIGHT! AND IM SORRY! I DONT KNOW WHY I DO I JUST DO! IM SORRY JUST PLEASE DONT HURT ME!!!" At this point it finally hit me like SHIT he's serious. "Why are you scared of me? You could snap me like a twig. What happened?" he falls to his knees pleading and begging with his hands in the air to try and sheild himself from any attack I do. "I DONT KNOW!! AT FIRST YOU WERE THE SAME SIZE AS YOU ARE NOW AND THEN THE NEXT THING I KNOW YOU GROW TO THE HIGHT OF A TREE AND---LOOK IF THIS IS YOU THEN PLEASE WHAT EVER THAT IS IT CARES ABOUT YOU AND IM SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!!!" He gets up and slides around me as hes yelling: "JUST PLEASE DONT HURT ME AND DONT SEND THAT THING AFTER ME!!!!" And just runs off. I sit there, with a dumbass look on my face confused and COMPLETELY lost. I turn to the bathroom and I sware I can hear a faint static sound. I walk in, AND YES I KNOW If this was a horror movie I would die as soon as I got in there but I didn't. I walk in and the bathroom is COMPLETELY recked, urinals broken except for one next to a stall, stall walls broken and bent windows shattered and sinks leaking and spraying water. Next thing I do is leak my lizard in the only working urinal, I mean hey when you gotta go you gotta go. After that insident the day continued as normal and I walk home, The whole walk back I didn't see or even know where S man was. When I get home I decide not to ask my mother who or what that man was or was doing from this morning only for the best of my physical emotional and my already recked mental health. So I walk into the kitchen
