Past

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        I was never okay. I was never popular. I never had someone who cared. I was all alone. People took advantage of me. Used me. For jokes, pranks, homework and other bullshit. I was tired. I had a plan to start fresh and forget the past.
       I went to New York in 2016 to get away for a week. I changed my looks and personality hoping I would get popular.  Lucky for me it did. That never lasted long and I knew it. I hoped it would. I came back to New Jersey with no memory of the past. I made "friends", went to parties, and fucked around with everyone.
      It crashed and burned. Like everything in my life. My mom has Cancer and my dad passed away a while ago. I was hated on and abused, at school. I'd cut myself and cry every night until I decided I had enough. I asked my mom if I could move and have another chance at being happy and that's what we did. This is where I am now. In LA.
       I've been living in this apartment for a few days now. It hasn't been set up completely but it has everything me and my mom need to remain healthy until the rest of our stuff ships.
     I'm going to Sliders High. No one knows my name there. I don't know anyone but I will eventually. This will be my year. 2016 was just a little speed bump. I crashed but I made it out alive and soon enough it will be 2017.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 06, 2018 ⏰

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