Blurry Face

My family

My names Rolam, strange huh? I know, the word strange is the word I hear from gossiping teens and haters. I try to relief the pain they give me, I try, I never said I did. "Rolly,! Dinner is ready M!" That's my mother. She is so beautiful I don't know how I was her child. You see, I was born, a little to early. My mother and father couldn't help it. I was born with my eyes about 2 fingers apart from the "normal size". My nose, I don't have one, I always did want one though. All there is are two holes. The ones where people try to draw aliens and there nose look like cat eyes, just that there circles. My mouth is lopsided 80 degrees. I'm ugly. UGLY. The word replays in my head like a song. I skit downstairs and stare at my mother.
    "Why are we having, fish. Again." I complained
     "It's your favorite smoockums." She picked
  I rolled my eyes like I was possessed then sat politely at the dinner table. My dinner table is a fresh wood, thin cut actually, and a beaming chandelier above, making my head explode. My legs correctly seated and my hands fixed for a prayer. My cream blue navy boat napkin on the side of my circled plate. I breathe heavy of hunger. My mother cranes her arms to give me and her food. I'm the only child, as you can see. My father died from being shot. We were being robbed and he talked and ended up... Letting go. But our family is fine. We have a pet lemur named Wooey. He likes us a lot and keeps us company. My mother finishes the prayer.
  "So Rolly, how was school?"
"School is school, there is no explanation." I kept my head low. We kept hearing the click of forks on the plates and scraping our fish back an forth. Well atleast that's what I heard.
"I'm finished mother may I be excused and I have homework to do." I was born polite. I'm not the one who back talks your mother, or throws fits for no apparent reason. I forcefully grabbed my plate and set it in the sink. I marched upstairs and closed my door. I wasn't going to do homework if I didn't have it.