2. Chapter 2
I sat in my bed later that night. Just staring at the blank white ceiling.
Mom and dad were fighting downstairs but that didn't really matter to me, I am used to it.
Sometimes I think 'why did they even get married if they just fight all the time?'
I remember one time asking dad about it. He looked me straight in the eyes, and sighed.
"Son, me and mom love each other very much, don't you worry about us" he said very slowly in my ear.
But, all I really cared about was that I will never be able to fit in my grade. I mean it's ridiculous, I am younger than every one and definitely the most innocent.
Girls don't look at me and boys barely talk to me.
I tried talking to my old friends yesterday, but they ignored me as well.
I start to wonder if I'm really that horrible.
Cause I really don't want to end up all grumpy and old with no sibling or friends, playing bingo all night long.
To tell the truth you are my only friend. If it's ok to even define you as one.
I mainly write this to you so one day, when I'll be older, I'll be able to look back at my life and see who I really was, and what Iv been through. And not because I'm a 'lunatic' or someone made me to.