I put my hand down. I feel the bark of the tree and the moss on the branches. I hear the birds telling me I am home. About 5 stories up in the tree I sit thinking. I have noticed that I think more than most kids my age. I am 15 years old. My name is Loki. I live with my dad. My parents were divorced about three years ago. It was a rough patch for every one but it hit me hard. I spend most of my time in this spot including sleepless nights. My dad does not really care where I go. He is a drug addict and that is why my mom left him. I don't know how he got custody but I am sure not happy with it. I am failing all of my classes except for science.
