Alone.

My name is Mathai Brookes. Uh. Yes, it’s a weird name. No, I don’t feel like explaining it right now. I am fourteen. The good things about fourteen is that your not thirteen. Thirteen, I find could be a hard age to go through. It especially did for me. I have blonde hair. Not yellow, fairy-tale blonde. But blonde enough to stick me in the category. Sometimes I get so emotional from my past that I can’t function. It’s like I use up everything and my body gets really weak where I almost black out. But it only lasts a couple of minutes. Eventually I’m okay again. And there is one other thing that works in my favour. I can do whatever I want because I‘ve got nothing to lose. See, my father is … not here anymore. I don‘t really care that my mom is gone because I hate her guts. I don‘t have any brothers or sisters … well, that I know of. I don‘t even have any grandparents. Well, actually, I think I do have one, but she lives somewhere in Bahamas, living the dream I guess. Where was I? Right. I was telling you most of my secrets. It probably all boils down to three magic words; I don‘t care. I have no family, pets, or friends. I don‘t even have a lamp or a pair of pants I favour or give shit about. I Don‘t Care. And nobody can make me. People whisper saying I look for trouble. For dummies, they hit it right this time…for once. I am looking for trouble.