Again, I wish I was normal. Why coudn't I have a dream where am falling. Instead I get a stupid dream about a little boy, that I never met.
What time is it anyways? Six fifty five, only five minutes till the alarm goes off, minus well get up. Another day at MacArthur High School, more like Myarmpit High School in my opinion. That school reeks of must, you know that smell in the boy's looker room. Yeah, I know, gross is an understatement to that pungent smell.
What to where? My usual, a plain shirt with skinny jeans, and lets not forget my favorite pair of shoes. Yes, they might have holes and are a faded black, my mother of many people begged me to throw them away. How can I throw away a memory, I have had these since the seventh grade, no way in hell was I getting rid of them. These babies of mine are making it to college, which is two years away.
Any comments please, if you like so far comment and i'll write more.
Thanks for reading, means alot to me.
