New House

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Alex

First, let me introduce myself. I'm Alex, a useless rich kid with wealthy parents. My hair is a darkish shade of brown, usually messily styled. I mostly wear long sleeved shirts. Why, you may ask? Well that's for a different chapter.

My parents and I just moved from a pretty hot place where it was devastating to wear long sleeves. That place being Arizona. So I just wore plenty of bracelets. Can you guess why yet?

We pulled up to our new house in our black Lamborghini aventador. Since there were only two seats in it, my mom drove a brand new red ferrari. Yes we are rich but I don't feel rich. The kids at my school bully me all the time because of this. They call me names like 'Rich loser', 'Useless pile of shit', and sometimes 'Hot White Trash' or worse. I don't even want to go into detail. No one likes me. What's my purpose?

The house looks pretty nice but I can sense something weird about it. Opening the door I tug at the ends of my long sleeved navy blue shirt out of habit. I walked into the house and saw most of our stuff was set out or in boxes.

I walked up the stairs and found the room I wanted. It was big with black curtains and a view overlooking the other houses. It was sort of nice.

The sun was already setting by the time my mother yelled for me to come down to dinner.

Great now I can be reminded of my failures.

I hopped off of my bed and slowly walked down the stairs, trailing my hand along the railing.

"Finally Alex, you took long enough! And you didn't even help unpack!" My mother scolded. I noticed that my parents were mostly unpacked. "Because I was unpacking my own room." I answered quietly. "That could've waited son, you should help out more around here!" My father glared at me.

Why do my parents hate me?

I nodded slightly. "I know sir. I am sorry." I sighed then sat down at our fancy wooden dinner table. "Fucking kid." I heard my father mumble. I was used to him saying rude things to me so I just try to tune him out. I ran my finger along the fine details of the tables edges and drifted into my thoughts.

Totally off topic but I have never had a girlfriend except for one, but I won't count her. She was a user. She used me to get back at her ex boyfriend who cheated on her.

I am lonely. No friends, nothing I feel that no one in this world cares. The world is cruel. I wish I could escape. Escape to somewhere beautiful, somewhere peaceful. Somewhere I can just be happy and be me, not being judged. Somewhere I could possibly be accepted.

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A/N
Dear readers, just so you all know I am NOT depressed. I just thought it would be a good idea to write this story. I hope you guys like it!

-M

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