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Gabriel

"Gabriel!" Hank yelled. The fuck does he want now?  "Yeah?" I replied. You don't have to freaking yell at me from downstairs. "Put away the dishes, and get it done, now!"

"Ok," I reply. I finish watching the last of part of the chapter before starting. "I need it down now! Come on!" God fucking dammit... "OK, OK, I'm putting them away...!" I slammed the door behind me and put the dishes away. "I hate him and this place..."  I say to myself. Hank and my mother have been dating for nine years now. My mother and I moved here from Minnesota eight years ago. I've never got use to him. During the seven days my mom works, Hank treats me like I'm a fucking criminal and he's the warden. The seven days my mom is off, he takes the anger off of me and puts it on to mom. Mom fights back with harsh words. It's stupid, but she's my mother and I'm bias. I don't understand what she saw in him eight years ago. He's a slob, and a cranky old man despite being ten years older than my mom (she's forty five at the moment). She even agrees with me. She's told me that we'll move away from him many times, but never keeps her promise.

I guess my two dogs and cat keep me company (mostly the dogs), but I still feel lonely. A day passes by and I feel lonelier and more useless. I hide this from people at school.

At school, I'm popular, yet unpopular. They see me for my academics and for my style, not for my charm and personality. I have a few friends, Joan, Kevin, Ray, Connie, and Trisha. Joan and I became friends when we both sat next to each other in freshman year of high school in every class. Kevin was an artist like me and had a few words to say when he saw my art. "Why are his eyes so big?" Being the very clever Sophomore, I replied with "Why are your eyes so small?" Kevin laughed, and still does till this day. Ray is, well, gay. We met at orientation, and his idea of a "way to get friends" was going up to the other freshmen and say "Hi I'm Ray and I am gay." It obviously worked since we're close friends. Connie wore a shirt with the famous quote "You're a wizard, Harry" on the third week of sophomore year and automatically became a good friend.

Trisha is quite a long story. She used to bully me in elementary to the point where I cried every time I saw her. I still do this very often, but not because she bullies me, but because she saved my life. Before school ended in sophomore year I fell into a state of depression for an unknown reason. I sat underneath a tree on the second to last day, and cried. I didn't know why I was crying, but it felt good. Trisha came up to me in the middle of my fit and gave me a hug. She smelled a bit like sweat and her brown curly hair poked me in my eyes, but it felt great. "I'm sorry for bullying you in elementary school." She wiped my tears away with her thumbs. "It's in the past." The rest of the day was spent chatting and catching up.

I have all these great friends, but I still call my life boring and terrible. That's why I call myself ungrateful and selfish from time to time.

My room was quiet and still. The trees outside were blowing against the wind and scratching against the glass of my window. I almost fell asleep until I heard some random sports game play. Fucking Hank. He probably has the TV on so loud because he's old and deaf. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I decided to scroll through Tumblr. I grabbed my laptop from my bedside table and opened Tumblr. AHHH PORN!!!! SCROOLL DOOWWN!!!  That was close. I scroll down for a couple of minutes until I find an "outfit of the day" post. I look at the account the picture belonged to. "Call me Aesthetic" was at the top of the page in pastel green letters. "Hey, I like your outfit!" I waited for a reply. "Thank you!" they replied. I smiled, I made someone feel good about themselves. "Where'd you get your jacket from?"

"I made it myself."

"Ah, that's cool!"

"Thanks, Dino!" My username is DinoAmerika. "LOL you can call me Gabe."

The conversation went on for hours. This guy is so fucking cool. I gave him the nickname "Aesthetic." My phone went off. It was from Kevin.

"Yo mate! You free tonight?"

"I guess."

"Hell yeah, let's hang pick you up in a few mins you have no choice"

"Looks like I'm going out tonight," I thought to myself. I looked in the mirror. "Bleh"  "My black hair makes me look like an emo teenager," I said, " and my clothes don't help my case." I was known for being very stylish at school, but since I was home all day all I had was shorts and blue shirt. "I look really Filipino.... wait... is that racist to Filipino's.... but I'm Filipino so noooo...?" I saw a mini cooper park across the street. He's here.