Sanders Sides~
Virgil's POV
I stared out the window the whole ride to our new house. Just watching the rain drops race down the clear glass as I listened to Panic at the Disco! (Or whatever type of music he'd listen to) God, I hate moving. I hated my old school, so it won't surprise me if I hate the next one. What's the point in it, anyways? I know I am never going to live up to anything. I'll barely be able to afford food, much less pay for an apartment to rent out.
(Do you think the last few sentences of this is depressing? Or is it too much?)