Day By Day

Once upon a time

I would start this with a "Once upon a time" but this is not a fairy tale, because my life is not a fairy tale. My name is Sam Reynolds, no Sam is not short for Samantha or Samara or anything it's just Sam, oh and to your dismay I am also not related to Ryan Reynolds sorry to have to break it to you. I am 15 years old and I live with my mom,my step father and my older brother. My dad is an alcoholic, my parents divorced and no one has seen my dad since. I attend your basic everyday high school with all the stereo types and groups checked off the list. I would tell you which one of those groups I was in except I don't have one. There is even a group for social outcasts and loners which I am not part mad so I guess I'm an offical outcast. But my life really isn't the worst of them all, I do have my best friend friend Milton who is always the ray of sunshine in my day (at least that's what he tells me). Although Milton attends the exact same school as me and is in the same grade we have barely any classes together considering we have completely different IQ's and by that I mean he's nearly educated enough to replace google. But we spend as much time as possible together when we can in fact we spent the whole summer together at my holiday house on the edge of Texas watching the sun go down every night snuggled together in a huge pile of blankets and pillows talking about dumb things like how overpriced Starbucks is and all the drama that happened the previous school semester between all the popular girls who have zero personality. We would do this over and over every night until summer was nearly over which brings me to this very moment right here right now. Tomorrow is the first day back at school and I'm dreading every moment of it. I'm starting sophomore year which seems to me like more drama, feuds and ten times more bitchyness than last year. Your probably waiting to hear about my so called nemesis that  you are assuming exists, well the thing is most of my grade is my nemesis excluding Milton. Everyone seems to think that I have somehow disappeared and that I don't hear all the crap that they say about me, but I hear it all, not a single word is missed. In the unlikely event that you are now feeling sorry for me...don't I'm used to disappointment (thanks dad) I have come to my decision that I just don't have feelings anymore, at least not the good ones. I can't remember the last time I didn't feel depressed, bored, annoyed and anxious or so it feels.