History

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calum
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he walked home from the bus as always, passing by the tiny houses that littered either side of the beat up street. no one here cared about their property, over grown plants and weeds, broken fences and even windows. calum bit his lip as another surge of anger fired in his chest.

he lived close to the bus stop. almost too close. as he walked down the cobble stone path that led to his house, he kicked at the plants that were climbing over the decorative rocks and into his way. he glanced up at his home. it had been his grandmothers before it was passed down to him mom. it was a tiny gray house that  needed a paint job, the windows lined with grim, and the gutter swinging loosely from the old roof. the door was fucked up, it wouldn't even close properly. another surge of anger.

calum never understood why he was the one who got this life. he deserved better. his mom deserved better. better than that fuck up of a so-called father who left before calum was even born. scared shitless and too cowardly to raise a son. calums mom had to bring him up all on his own. she also deserved better than the fuck up of her own son, who got in fights every day, and so drunk every weekend he couldn't see straight.

and despite all the shit, all the terrible things calum had to go through, he somehow was still here. but so was his anger.

he kicked angrily at the trash can next to the front door. his mom forgot to take it out. school that day had been especially shitty. some freshie had gotten the spot he wanted on the soccer team, the spot he had worked his ass off to get.  calum had to take his anger out on something. it had been building up all day.

he slammed the door shut behind him and it closed with a hard clang. he kicked his dirty shoes off and went straight to his small bedroom that was past the kitchen. calums mom sat in the old kitchen on an equally as old computer.

"oh you are home cal! if you are hungry i just cut up some watermelon and stuck it in the fridge." she said, her tone sweet and clearly happy her only son was home finally.

"no." calum yelled quickly from his room. he didn't want any shit from his mom.

"no." his mom whispered to herself, breathing out deeply, and returning to her desk again, the same desk she had just so happened been sitting at all day waiting for her son. "no."