Poor. [ZM AU] IIII

» 05.

 i was still pissed half an hour after walliyah left the house. i could be nothing but worried about her. that dylain guy could be an eighteen year old for god's sake. she's what? 15? i'm 16.

it just shows how fast people grow up. i know she's in the peak of puberty and i could blame her hormones wanting to go crazy, but even despite being injured and younger then him, i would happily beat the living shit out of him.

had my fights. there isn't a fight that i haven't won. frankly i know that's one of things i'm good at. no-one dares to challenge me because i'm that good. one time i beat up a guy with just one single punch.

if i ever saw this dylain guy, he'll be dead.

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so tv was boring me. it was weird not going to school for two days. i'm surprised my mum has let me stay because she's usually so into education and how she wants her babies to succeed in life and be the bosses not the employers. i think she wants us not to suffer like her and my dad are doing right now. speaking of my dad, he's just walked in now.

"zayn? why are you here?" his mcDonald shift is from 10pm to 10am, he looks shattered.

"i got run over, my legs in a cast?" i pointed down at my broken leg and he yawned before nodding his head. he never really bothers to ask me how i am and stuff. guess thats where i get my lack of empathy and care from.

"oh yeah. your sisters and mother were telling me about that. did you sue the driver?" i shook my head and he looked disappointed. to him we need to always find a way to make money, even if it's the little things.

he went through a faze when him and me went robbing. sure at first it was fun, all the adrenaline rushes and all, but then he was considering going to a don and i don't know, selling his soul to the dark side. i talked him out of the stupid idea though.

it just went too far.

"well you rest, i'm going upstairs to bed. i'm exhausted." he then trudges up the stairs of our rented apartment to his shared bedroom with my mother. to be honest, my dad may work hard to get money for our family, this house, food etc but he doesn't work half as hard as my mother works. being a personal assistant that is needed by her boss for so long that she ends up working over time, and then having to come home and fend for her broken down family. i hear her crying sometimes in our one shabby bathroom that we all have to share. she tries so hard, the only day she has off is sunday but even then she has paperwork to sign and documents to preview. her life is insane and i don't know how she still manages to put on a brave face everyday. she's my idol.

my role model.

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it's kinda boring sitting at home all day with restrictions of where to go and what to do. i'm actually scared to go toilet because what happens if i'm in the middle of peeing then i loose my balance of trying to stay stable on my one good leg, and then fall over? obviously i won't even be able to use either one of my crutches because i'll be too busy using my crotch.

so i sat on the sofa and timed ticked away. eventually i decided to go onto the internet which kids in our generation now would've thought about doing first of all.

i placed the laptop on my knee and raised my damaged leg on the coffee table in front of me. when you have injuries you should follow these procedures; rest, ice, compression and elevation. i learnt that when studying physical education a few weeks ago. i have to look at what college i want to go next year. do i want to stay in london or would i want to go somewhere else? what would i study? what am i good at?