Chapter Nine

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I've never been the one to stand up to someone if I had a choice. I'm not like anti-social or anything, and i would'nt exactly call myself shy. I don't know, I'm not depressed or none of that, I guess I just have my own way of doing things. No one ever questioned me or anything, the society my parents chose for me to grow up in must of been very strict and on top of things. Maybe even too on top of things. Of course, my parents left me for some reason no one wishes to speak of. But they must of been cool, because look what they made, ME! Actually, I'm not all that great. Just a basic boy to find his way around and about Utah. I love Utah, I feel it is a great fit for me. I'm not sure, I question myself too much. That's what everyone tells me (and by everyone I mean Matt's mom).

I never know what people mean when they talk about their "emotions".  I don't think I've ever experienced emotions. Or maybe men just aren't allowed too. Everytime I hear some one talking about them its alwats from women. Men and women are required to act different. Men's clothing, totally different than women's clothing. Men's work, women aren't even allowed to work. Women and men have their own kind of independence, the kind where they break up into their own little groups and gangs and say and do whatever they want. I mean at leats some do, but not alls. All the time.

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