When I got to Montana all I could see was my grandma with a police officer with her. He hand cuffed me right there, I couldn't understand what was happening. My grandma nor I said a word to each other the whole time over to her house.
Finally she said "how have you been?"
"Not good. How about you?"I replied
"Why is that?" My grandma questioned
" well I got sent away, thrown out like trash"
"Huh"
Just a "huh" that's all I got well that's weird, that makes me really mad just a "huh" that's all I got.
Sometimes I just wish that someone would just try to love me. Then again I don't let people in, but I just don't know.
Have you ever wondered why people don't talk to you, yeah I do to, some people see me as a freak others see me as a psychopath. Maybe they're right, I mean it could happen some day. That would suck for them.
YOU ARE READING
The story of my life
Teen FictionEverything changed. I messed up bad. And I can never go back. My name is Zack MacGree and this is my life. I wont explain it that much but when I lived in California I did bad things that made my parents send me away. This is my journey.
