|1|The Outcast《tom holland》

01; a new year

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Do you ever wake up in the morning and question your existence? I do, everyday actually. I also question myself why do I have to attend school, being stuck in a class for nearly an hour, attend a place where no one notices you or maybe they do notice but don't care enough to realize that you're there.

No one really has cared for me, well maybe at a point they did or at least pretended to care. Doesn't really matter now, got used to being left behind, been alone for the past three years. Well who cares anyways right? Definitely not me.

Today's the first day of Junior year. Another year of Madison Wells making my life a living hell. What can I tell you about Madison? She's the queen bee of the school, she 'rules' the school, or as I say she's the reincarnation of Regina George.

Oh don't even get me started, I don't even want to think about another year with having to see Tom's stupid hot face.

Why does someone have to be so hot yet be such a jerk?

Here's the thing, Tom and I go way back, and by way back I mean we literally have been neighbors for the past 16 years. Like the story usually goes, his parents and my parents where great friends, so that automatically made us friends. We used to be best friends, like we were super close, we were always seen together, pshh even people thought we were dating!

Everything came crashing down the day he went completely MIA. Began with canceling movie nights, to ignoring my text and calls to never talking to me again.

Did I ever wonder what the hell happened between us? Yes I did, alot actually. I came up with every possiblity I could think of, did he get bored of me? Was I getting to ugly? Did my breath stink? Everything was answered the first week of freshman year when I caught him hanging out with Madison and shoving his tongue down her throat, Eww I know.

With the help of Madison and her group of plastic dolls, I have no friends. No one I can rant to about something that a teacher said, or complain about school lunch.

Well if anything my dad is probably the only person that counts as a friend of mine.

Let me explain the relationship between my father and I. My father well, how do I say this. He's a full package. Father, mother, brother, best friend, adviser, the list can go on. Pops has been there for me ever since my mother abandon us. One day she packed up her things, walked out of the house and never came back. Wouldn't blame her, nobody seems to want to keep me around.

So after my mother and only friend walked way from my life, Pops is all I have left. My father is probably one of the most sweetest person you could meet. He is also the most energetic person in this world.

For a person in there late thirties my father has way to much energy. It's like a five year old is inside his body!

When I say that there is a literal child living inside a grown man I mean it. Just as my train of thought was about to come and help me create a good excuse why I shouldn't go to school, my father walks into my room, nearly screaming his lungs out, "Rise and shine my beautiful ray of sunshine!"

"Go away." I groaned loudly, covering my face with my blanket.

"Come on you big baby, time for school".