CARL'S POV
Please, you're welcome to judge me.
I've never been much of a fan for a quiet audience and awkward introductions, but right now I'll have to make an exception.
*sigh*
My name is Carl Steins. I am 15 and basically homeless. Sure i have a house..but rarely do i ever go in there. You see, drunk dads are the worst, correction, drunk divorced dads are the worst. Our mother left us when i was around 8. Sure she would have taken me, but she didn't want to have to deal with "a pain in the ass, growing up to be a bigger pain in the ass."
She left us and took my younger sister with her, Ally. Ally does visit sometimes though, but my mom is so repulsed by the thought of my dad and i that she basically throws Ally out the car with her stuff and drives away without looking back. When i was younger i would try and chase after the car just to get a glimpse of her, to see her at least one more time.
But now, i try and mess with my mother instead, when i see her car in the driving lot, i race up to the attic and get my secret compartment of rotten eggs and milk and try to dump it on her car. Cruel? No, not really, i could be doing a lot worse things to her, but yeah...as you can see, I'm over chasing after her car.
That's actually the only time i ever enter the house, i usually spend my time at Andrew's place or Stephanie's.
So yeah that's basically my life.
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Teen FictionOkay so this is basically a story about a teen boy's life, just simple think and write, no planning, no editing, just plop ya know. The boys name is Carl Steins, a depressed 15 year old, not really having anyone to count on and hopelessly in love wi...
