I'm Tim nightcore. A teenager who doesn't know what life is like for the other kids. They all notice my difference in looks. I have a round skull. Is that a problem? Well... I guess so. I have lived in Florida for 99% of my life. I now live in Zimbabwe. A different country. Not a new and better life. My grandpa always said keep your head in the game during Zimbabwean baseball. Of course the ball always hit me in the head. It's very messed up on how people treat me. Even in different countries I'm disrespected. Sad fact about my life, my parents passed away yesterday. From a mass shooting in the West of Zimbabwe. And if course nobody gave a crap about mum and dad. It's just life. The truth is I've never had a true freind... all my friends were fake and just rude little pricks. But now that I'm in Zimbabwe, I can achieve wondrous things. At least that's what mum used to say. About 3 days after my parents funeral, me, grandmama, and grandpapa had our own secondary funeral at home because our dog bookend died today. He was 17 years old so that was a pretty long life for bookend. I witnessed suicide in the U.S and hoped I would never have to think of that again.
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Teen FictionTim nightcore is a teen with a different skull, it's round. Way rounder than yours or mine. His parents died and now he lived with his grandparents. Will this be a happy story?
