i stood in my room to get ready for yet another day of high school. combing out the brown locks in my hair. from the dreadful day before. a yell screeched from my bedroom door. not only once but twice with my mom reassuring i must eat breakfast. walking down the steps with my baggy sweatpants and a absurd look from my father. i walk into the kitchen quietly and sat down at the counter. "wow really sweatpants again" mom said with a surprised look. "no one notices me anyway so at this point who cares". i took one bite of my breakfast and got up to leave. while leaving i handed my dad a cold one at 6.00 in the morning like every morning. I walked to the bus stop. waiting at the bus stop, A familiar blonde pulled up. a glance of him appeared showing it was troy. the only person in school,i think every knows. other than me i only know myself. i'm simply not considered "cool". in the stereotypical high school student way. my parents don't have jobs while we live off my grandparents money. then every day at four my dad leaves for happy hour then comes back at six to drink beer from the fridge. while my mom tries the whole parent thing and gets frustrated so goes out with her boyfriend to see his two kids cause there full of innocence and don't know good from bad or in this case cheating on your husband and loyalty.
(back to the bus stop)
i stand there observing everything around me. troy and myself are the only ones here for the time being. he says good bye and gets out the car. his mom drove off as he walks up to me for the first time in history. opens the lid to his 16oz 7-eleven coffee, dumps it on me and says "whoops sorry i guess loners get rained on every day". i stand there cold. the words left his mouth so hurtful and without a care in the world. his coffee enriched the smell of my hair. As if my home wasn't bad enough. i stare at him for a second. wondering how to fight. nothing happened as his best friend pulled up to get on the bus together. i sat in seat one soaked. with my white sweatpants now black and wet. the bus arrives to st.peters high school. getting off was dreadful eyes seemed to never leave my face. as a tear left my eye i could no longer think. why did i keep walking? why didn't i do something to troy? why do i bother trying anymore? the questions were easy to ask but the answers were clueless. i turned around and ended up in a group..........
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