So, where do I start... ah, yes, the beginning of course. My name is Luke. I don't really like my name, I guess it's just not original enough. I like everything i own to be original. Mostly everything I have is original. My phone is covered with scratch marks and paint that I put in myself. There's no pattern to it, it's a new touch screen phone. The back of it, where i put the paint and marks, is also cracked. The crack runs from the top left corner and stretches all the way to the middle of the screen. I broke it myself, so it could look original of course. Anyway's I was born on January 14, 2000 and my life was pretty rough. My dad and mom broke up once i was born, so yeah that hurts. My mom ended up dating a stuck up, strong, tall, stupid, ass hole of a boyfriend named Peter.
Peter: he has blond hair an oval stupid looking face, and he's like 6 feet 4 inches. I wonder why my mom ever dated him. Probably because we didn't have any money and he was the only guy who would stay with her. He's an abusive alcoholic. Before he goes to work, he takes a drink. During work, he takes a drink ( he's friends with his boss at a mechanic shop so he doesn't get in trouble). But when he comes home, he just doesn't stop drinking and beating us.
Every day it's the same routine. I get up, get ready for school, go to school and learn nothing, come home and walk in my mom's little apartment, eat, try to avoid Peter at all times, and go to bed. Well, I also try to avoid my mom. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom, but it's like she doesn't love me. She says I look like my father, and she hates him.
I dont know much about my dad other than I look like him. We both have brown eyes, black hair, and a smile that could warm anyone's heart. Now you might think that's a good thing and, for anyone else, it might be, but not for me. My mom can't even look at me without seeing my father in her eyes.
I guess I should talk more about myself. I have problems, I have depression. No, I really have it, not like all those other kids that say they have it just so they can get attention. I don't really talk about it. I don't like being in crowds because almost evryone is the same. I like original people, that's why I have so little friends.
It's Monday. great, time for school. I get up from bed and prepare myself for another day of my miserable life.
