Opposites - Marcus Gunnarsen.

Part four.

The day passed on.

And school was over.

I was heading home.

Today has been a long day.

Something was on my mind.

Gunnarsen.

He acted weird.

Or else it's because I'm not used to people caring about me?

I don't know.

But there is something about this boy.

It was weird.

Whatever.

It was the first time I talked with him and probably also the last time.

I hope so.

I got home.

Or yeah "home".

Where I live, you can't really call it a home.

There is a lot of bills on the table that haven't been payed.

People that live in this house drink themselves drunk almost every single day.

Nobody ever talks to me.

I almost never see anybody in the house.

I'm always alone.

They are always at the bar.

My parents don't work.

Or well my mom and her boyfriend doesn't work.

My dad.

He passed away 3 years ago.

I was 12.

I remember every single thing that happen before, in the moment and after he passed away.

I remember the pain.

It was the worst time of my life.

That was around the time where I got quiet.

I only wore black clothes.

And that was when everybody started calling me 'emo girl' and all that kind of stuff.

No one knows what I have gone through.

I bet if they knew the truth, they would all be ashamed.

I was laying on my bed in my messy room.

With my earphones plugged in my ears.

And just looking up in the celling.

That was pretty much what I did almost every day when I came home from school.

My eyes got heavy, and then I finally closed them.

It's a new day tomorrow...

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