10th grade High School sucks, to put it bluntly. You might be wondering why. Everybody puts you in categories -Jock, Prep, Nerd, etc. - you might be thinking what category I'm in. Goth. Well that's what they think at least. Who's they? The popular kids, the jocks. Just ask them. Anyway, they think I'm a goth. I'm emotional for christ's sake. I don't think about death or any other rude stereotypes preps come up with. Well that's not entirely true.
It's lunch and I sit by myself giving me more time to think. "Why are you sitting alone? A taunting voice sneered at me. "Go away Aaron, and my name is Thomas you piece of crap!" I shot back. "Woah, watch your language." He said sarcastically. "wouldn't wanna get hurt like your Mama." That stung. Ever since last year, when we were dating, he knew about my mom who had cancer. She has been fighting for three years and counting. Confused? Yeah, I was popular once.
