The outsiders

Azaius.

I'm Azaius. I'm 16, and get bullied a lot in school for my weird name and the way I dress. So I'm not exactly what you would call 'popular'. I wear weird hats and have scene hair, and wear black and dark colors. Sometimes bright colors but I think of it as it's better if I stay "hidden.." So I prefer wearing dark colors.

Anyway, I have my eye on a couple of girls here and there, but I doubt they even know I exist in that school. One time, I saw one of them, "Lucy" at the library. We talked and I told her a little about me. She sounded like she actually cared, but then I realized she was only asking me all that stuff just to tell all her bitchy little friends and get me even more humiliated than I already was..

At home it's no better. My mom is an alcoholic and my dad ran off a while ago. We were all happy and cheery and had a good amount of money. It seemed like we were never in danger. I had been the only child so my parents had always given me special treatment. I loved them and I actual had a lot of friends. We all cared about eachother. Until, one night, my dad had found out about my mom sneaking out with a guy. He'd found the window open and the car gone. He tracked her down and found her fucking this random dude in a shack. To make it worse, the shack was right next to my parents' favorite resteraunt where they always used to eat together. He'd beaten the shit our of he guy and my mom was bawling, trying to give him a good enough explanation to make him love her again. Unfortunately, nothing worked and he was gone the next day. Not everyone has a happy life... At least, after shit goes down..

So, now I'm living with my drunk mom who doesn't give two shits about me. Every morning I either find her passed out on the couch of our tiny apartment, surrounded in beer bottles, or not home, probably out with one of her million boyfriends.. I'm hoping to have a better life. And soon.