I'm sitting there looking at him knowing the conversation and where we're at now just isn't working. "Alex, you understand right?" "No hard feelings?"
"No hard feelings" I say, as I walk away I can feel my heart shatter again. I finally make it home my brother asleep of course my mom at the bar surrounded by cigarettes and alcohol. It's been two months sense dad left and I can't help feeling alone. Like no one gets it, and if course they wouldn't no one ever would, they've never been "alone." I wake up the next day to the sound of rain I get ready and in my way out here " you're wearing that? God your dad would be so disappointed alex". The sad thing is she's kinda right my hair went from a beautiful blonde to a dark jet black all my friends kinda separated themselves from me and my brother won't even look at me. Ignoring her comment I leave back to the same school, same classes,same desks, talking to people who pretended to care or understand.Then a change beautiful blue eyes and Shortish light black hair his names Jordan he now sits right next to me. I look down and play with my drawing book a book I haven't picked up sense the accident. I can feel the tears being so I quickly put it away and pretend to pay attention to the nonsense on the board. If I would have known that right then and there I'd be here. I wouldn't have even came.
