I Am Unstoppable (Book 2)

Introduction

Sometimes, I wonder about life. The simplest things confuse me. Why is the sky blue? Why is grass green? Why does the moon rise after the sun sets?  Why do the birds sing in the morning sky?

Why does everyone hate me?

I've been harassed, tortured, made fun of, and physically hurt by people who can't stand me for the past fifteen years of my life. This has been going on for years. I guess people believe that I'm not worth it. Well, people have always stereotyped me. I live an upsetting life. I always feel upset, hurt, and annoyed. Rarely am I happy for an entire day. I wish I could be happier, but I am absolutely positive that my wish will never come true. I've never been the cool kid with a lot of friends—I've always been the lonely kid in the back of the classroom who silently does what he should be doing without being bothered at all. Being that lonely kid has taught me many lessons involving friendships and trust. I trust an extremely limited amount of people. I'm friends with at least a dozen people—and that is it (maybe a dozen is too much...).

Pretty disappointing, right? 

My best friend is my big brother, Tyler. I trust him with everything. Tyler is someone I can count on. He can be a dumb ass, a jerk, and a full-blown embarrassment, but he's always there for me. Lots of times, I'll go to Tyler if I have a problem that I need to talk about. He always listens, which I really appreciate. Even though he's a year and a half older than me, I consider him my best friend. We both go to the same high school in the city. He's a junior while I'm a freshman. 

I also have a little brother named Ethan. He's a pain in the neck, to be honest with you. Sometimes, he makes fun of me, which really bothers me. I find it pretty sad how I'm fifteen and I get offended when a nine year old makes fun of me. I'll admit it: I am an awkward person. I tend to do stupid things, whether it's pulling a prank on one of my brothers, or I'm just saying dumb things. I like who I am, but I feel like the person I am isn't enough to be considered "normal". Let's face it—my own little brother doesn't even like me.

Christmas is coming up in a matter of three weeks. Thanksgiving was just four days ago. Lately, my parents and my family have been asking me what I want for Christmas. I keep on telling them that I don't really know what I want, but honestly, there's this one thing I have been begging for for the longest time. It has always been on my mind. 

I just want some friends. Not just any friends—true friends. Not acquaintances. Not fake friends.

Having some friends would mean the world to me. I would finally have the feeling of being accepted. Don't get me wrong, but the limited amount of friends I have really care about me. I only want more friends because I feel like ninety-nine percent of this world hates my guts. I don't want to sound full of myself, but I think I'm a good person. I respect everyone (for the most part), I try to help others whenever it's possible, I treat everyone the way I would like to be treated, and I don't do anything bad to anyone (unless they truly deserve it).

On my free time, I  usually sit in my room all alone and cry. A majority of my days at school involve being pushed around, being teased, and being ignored. If I'm not crying in my room, I'll be in my room doing homework and studying. Sometimes, after I cry and do my homework, I'll lay down and take a quiet and peaceful nap. If I'm lucky, I'll forget about the terrible day I had. More times than not, I'll still be able to recall my day, which may lead to more crying and more emotional pain.  

I'm not sure if you noticed, but I clearly have emotional problems and I hate my life. I've been like this for years, and no matter how hard I try, I can't stop myself from being this negative person I am. Negativity has made me into the person I currently am. I want to be more positive, but the lifestyle I am currently living makes it very difficult to do just that. 

Along with my two brothers, I have a little sister named Hayden. She's only about eight months old. My parents always focus on her due to the fact that she's only a baby. I wish they had more time for me, though. I guess I'm jealous, but at the same time, I understand that Hayden needs the attention. I've always wanted a little sister, and now that I have one, I have to suffer the consequences. 

Why are there always consequences?

I guess you could say that I'm a very pessimistic person. Well, I am. I always have been, and I always will be.

I just have to change that.