Winter Wash

There is always an underdog. People cheer us on, saying were strong, that people care about us. Yet they continue to ignore and bully us, to hell you care about us. I guess at first i believed their words, that i am strong, they do care, they will help. I don't know why but i stopped. Why would someone care about a worthless fuck like me? Or all of the other fucks i spend my time with? We are just here, more worthless space in this worthless world.

My name is Allan Gingerfield, and no im not a boy. Im a 15 year old girl. And i attend Winter wash high school. Winter wash is one of those schools were all the kids come from terrible families. You know, the ones were the parents care more about weed and cheap vodka than the kids themselves. I guess in a way its like an adoption center, we live in dorms around 15 minutes away from the school, we were all 'rescued' from our families, and wait till a better one comes and gets us. Although the dorms aren't much better than the homes, kids smoke and drink without the teachers knowing, abuse still goes on, and if your not part of a cliche then your doomed. I am not part of a cliche.
WARNING- this story contains-
angst
abuse
alcohol
cussing
drugs
ships
I did warn you