I wasn't ever a 'bad kid' , i just did bad things. But now I'm 19. I still do bad things.
I go to north high but i never go to school i ditch. Alone or with my best friend.
Currently it's 5:00am and I'm at the store. I grab chocolate, ice cream, and chips.
I'm gonna stay home from school today. My mom will be home so i have to stay either in my closet or go out and she'll think I'm at school.
I checkout and start walking home. When ever i walk past this abandoned house i feel like someone's watching me.
I fell a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see a man not a old crusty man a very×10 hot guy my age.
I sigh, "can i help you,". Then my vision gets blury and i black out.
I wake up and I'm in a room not my room. I look around and see mt stuff. But it's not my room.
I go to the door and open it, i walk downstairs and see 4 guys on a couch. I go over to them and turn off the TV.
"What the fuck," one of them said.
"Where the fuck am i," i question.
Then i feel a sting on my cheek and realize he slaped me. I punch him in the face and kick him some where he doesn't like to be kicked in. I get on him and puch him multiple times until there is blood every where.
I then get pulled off him. I look up to see the guy that was on the street.
I punch him and try to walk off but he pushes me back.
He gets in my face and says
"Go upstairs,".
I gladly walk up stairs. Then he bursts through the door. "No hitting anyone here got it," he says and smacked me.
I was so tired i didn't fight back. I didn't even talk. I just rolled over on the bed. I heard the door slam shut. Then i closed my eyes and went to sleep.
