I was back in my empty home as usual; my Mum works late into the night so i hardly ever see her. My Dad died 5 years ago of cancer, i have no memories of him and i can hardly remember him. Most people would feel sorry for me but there wasting there time, anyone who would know my dad who be happy to see the back of him. My dad abused my Mum, he took drugs and joined a gang as a teenager. The only reason they married was because of me... you can figure out the rest. My Mum got a new job yesterday, she said that we would now have more money, I still don't know what it is.
I woke up hungry realising their was no food. But i still cheked and to my surprise i saw bread and jam...it was a improvement. I could hear my mum upstairs sleeping, slowly snoring.
Pushing the thoughts of the day ahead to the back of my mind, I walked along the cold muddy forest path to my new school. But three words kept going around my mind: twenty one pilots,why did he have that on his shirt and why was he in a wheel chair?
'Hello again' said a cool voice behind me, i knew it was Aron.. He had come from the trees surrounding the path. "leave me alone Aron I'm not in the mood" "no need to get feisty, I just wanted to say sorry for yesterday, It wasn't right" "is that all" i said knowing it wasn't "But" here we go "I did see you looking at Harry yesterday" "so, most people did" "ok, but why where you following him" "IT'S NOT YOUR BUSIES" "gees.." I didn't mean to shout "something happened to him as a kid" "WHA- I mean, What happened to him?!" "we think he was dropped, no one carers though hes such a nerd... All he does is listen to this one stupid band Called twenty on pilots, He's obsessed!" "Whats wrong with that" "it's just dumb, any way just stay away from him... he's got history with his parents... That no one know... He's adopted"
