(This story is written by an idiot, non fluent speaking, 15 year old girl sooo read at your own risk)
Alex Martin came from a rich family. Of course when you hear the word rich you think his life is easy. It is NOT. He gets bullied by the hottest bo...
"But mom, me and them are not in a good relationship, i think its time for me to move on and break up with them" I told her smiling sweetly. "Yeahhhh, that wont happen, you will not leave the school" She rolled her eyes and kept walking. I groaned but i kept following her "come on mother pleaseeee, people there hate me and i hate them, just take me to another school, A CHEAPER SCHOOL." I yelled which probably made things worse. My mom sigher and looked at me, her eyes showing tiredness "You know i cant do anything, want to leave, go tell your father"
My mom is pretty nice. She has that sweet face that everyone falls in love with but only one can have. And that was my father. He is the opposite of my mom, he was large but even though he had a serious face, i loved when he smiled. It showed that he actually has a heart, deep deep deep down.
The realtionship with me and my parents has gotten worse through out the years. I guess i felt like i was too much for them since the begging but that wasnt the case at first. Then i came out of the closet. It didnt take me too much to do so because i felt like they wouldnt care. My mom...well she tried to act like she didnt mind and my father would do the same. That wasnt the case with my siblings. They bullied me in the house and my parents wouldnt do anything about it. Then they started doing the same when i was in school. I went from cool popular to loser popular.
I thought about everything while i was laying on my bed. I looked around and saw all the pictuers that i took. They were quiet creepy, i have to admit, since its probably stalking but, i couldnt help it, my eyes belonged to the one and only, Blake King. And isnt that sad (picture he took)
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I relised it had probably been hours in that possition until i heard my father calling me to go downstairs. I did as i was told and i sat down. Everyone was smiling, talking about their day, how they missed their friends or colleges. And i just kept looking at my plate.
What was i supposed to tell them. 'Yeah you know the usual. First getting hit with a rock in my head by my brother, then getting beated up by my crush and his following minions. Ohhh and lets not forget my personal favorote, me puking all over the schools bathroom. You know that was fun, I should do it again sometimes'. Its not gonna happen. And as always
I, Alex Martin, felt like shit in the end of the day.
