HIM
It's not easy being me. I mean, look at me. I look like a little kid, all while being an annoying piece of shit. If I had friends, things would be different. But no. Nobody wants to be friends with the loner. The social outcast. But that's just fine. I prefer to be alone anyway.
And to make matters worse, I am the smartest kid in all of my classes. Literally. I can't help it. I just know the answer. So I answer it. I've had people who ask me to help them with the assignments, and I always do. I smile and tell them to go back over it. I hate it. I just want to be left alone.
After school, I take the bus home. I always sit in seat 10. It's right in the middle of the bus, so I can't be associated with the other groups on the bus. Of course, I did talk to people when they asked me something or attempted to engage me in conversation. The girls I sat near were always bothering me. Asking me stuff like " What are you doing this weekend? " Uhh well I think I'm just gonna cry for about 5 hours, then I'll take a break and practice tying a noose. Life skills ya know.
In the end, what do you do but just go home and sleep. Sleep until you die. I JUST WANT TO DIE!!!!!
Anyways, I get home and I get a feeling of dread. Is he home yet?
SLAM!
I hear the door down the hall hit the wall. Hey. That rhymes.
"Micheal James Rook. If you don't get your idiotic piece of shit self in this room, I will ground you until you graduate!"
Ruh roh.
She done it again. Maybe she just made a mess this time. Ew.
I walked into the guest bedroom to find the sheets everywhere. Jeez, can't you clean up after yourself?
"Do you mind explaining?" Asked my mom, furious at the mess before her. Thank god she never actually touched them. She would probably scream. Scratch that. She would definitely scream.
"Sorry. I just washed them, and had to rush out the door. I meant to fix it, but I just got home."
"I don't care. You need to take more responsibility. Ever since your dad... "
I could tell she still missed him. I didn't. He was a pain in the ass.
"Just clean it up. " She sighed.
"Yes ma'am."
I picked up the sheets, avoiding the sticky parts.
Why does my sister have to be a whore?
