The car finally shuddered to a stop. I looked out, focusing on the twisted iron fence, the ugly concrete buildings, the crushed crisp packets and abandoned polystyrene boxes of food that littered the sidewalk. Rain slid miserably down the dirty car windows, the sky grey to match my current mood. This was the city for our "new start", the beginning of something better-or so everybody said. To me it was just the home of a new group of bullies, a new place to hide and be alone, a new liquor store for my mother to drown her sorrows in. All the promises of going straight would soon be washed away with the inevitable triggering of a sad song, a familiar face or just the longing for someone who was glad to be rid of her. And then who would be left to pick up the pieces? Me. Sad old Caleb, the weird alternative kid who keeps to himself and wears make up like a fag. So gay, such a fucking pussy. So different, so wrong. Without looking back I got out of the car and walked down the lonely street, the screaming words of the music in my headphones following close behind. The damp grey road that would lead straight to the doorway of my new house. Because it could never, and will never be, my home..
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