PROLOGUE

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There are things that are very difficult to handle. Even your the new kid on school. People stare at you, scared, and give them their wallets to spare their lives from not getting hurt from you. Well that's how my life started at this school.

Some people can handle those simple things. But not everyone can do the same, and I am the type of person who doesn't care about friends, or whatever. As long as I live without them.

Well... these people are really hard to understand just because I'am a new kid, doesn't mean that I will do something bad to them especially its the second week of the school year. Oh yeah... this also happened to me last year.

Because I have this scary looking eyes and face and the hair that makes me look like a gangster. That's why I changed my hair if something would change. It does but... they are still afraid of me.

I even can't interact with people because of my eyes and the face expression I have when I was about to join the conversation with someone just to make friends with. But... no.

I wish that my mom didn't love that man. She would say when I cry because other kids say that I have no father, she would say " Oh it's okay honey. I remember that your dad always have alot of magazine and put it in his suit ( a suit like for business but color violet ) so in-case if someone whould stab a knife on him. And don't worry you don't have a father, atleast you have a super mom " . And she would smile and hug me that time.

And I don't have to have my father's face and hair at all. If mom wouldn't have love that old man, I wouldn't have this face and already made friends long ago. And even my mom does that, so I wouldn't have been exist after all.

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