I have always been different. People never liked me and I never knew why. I sit in the back of all my classes. No one remembers my name. My teachers dont even remember my name. Everyday I go back to my house where I live with my parents and 3 siblings. My older brother would bully me around and tell his friends to trash can me. My 2 younger siblings didnt really care about me. I really hated my life here. I always been different then them. My older brother had tan skin and blonde hair. He had dashing blue eyes and was very athletic. Me on the other hand was not. I had black hair and brown eyes. No one in my family has black hair so some times I believe im adopted. My mother has blonde hair and hazel eyes. My father has brown hair and brown eyes. I just think they adopted me because they were sorry for me. I was really pale and wore a lot of black. My favorite outfit consisted of a black hoodie, black jeans, and my torn up tennis shoes. I never go outside. I sit inside by myself and talk to my friend. You are probably wondering who my friend is? Well this is where the story turns into something terrifing. I should probably tell you who my friend is huh? Well im possessed. Ya thats right I have a demon as a friend.
