Tree Bros

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You know when people try to be the prefect person saying, "I love and support people with mental health issues." and blah blah blah blah.

In all of my 17 years of life I've never once seen anyone who really cared about me at lest. I try to go to my parents but they're busy. I just feel like everyone is more important than me. Always.

So tonight I had a plan, that plan is to not be here tomorrow. Why should I be here tomorrow, I don't make anything better just make things worst.

I was spaced out I'm guessing because I came back to Earth with my mom saying, "It's your senior year Connor you are not missing the first day." To which I respond, "I already said I'd go tomorrow."

I didn't really get what else my family was saying I stormed upstairs and started to get ready for school, putting out the blunt I had from that morning but not before I took one last hit. Burning it in the trash can as I grabbed my satchel and stuffed my half finished summer homework that no one really does. I hear Zoe say if I'm not ready she's leaving without me, so I drag myself down the stairs and go out the door into her truck. I don't understand why she gets a car and I don't even though I'm older.

We pull into school and I see a few kids already are in the building probably goody two shoes and freshmen. I get out of the car while Zoe tries to find a place to park. I see old friends seeing each other again, taking pitchers with each other. I take in all in today because I know I won't be able to later. I see a group of kids that are mostly wearing black clothes talking about bands. I see a kid with a blue polo standing alone, a girl with pig-tales talking to a skinny girl in blue, a group of kids with books in their arms talking about Harry Potter, stuff like that. I take in out school one last time, an off red brick building with big black doors with sliver letters on the front with an electric black sign that reads in dark red,

"WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL

SUMMER H.W. DUE SEPT. 18TH"

I hear an overly loud bell that I'm sure could wake up the whole nation go off and I see the same kid from earlier with a kid who I recognize as Jared Kleniman, he's okay I guess. I look the blue polo kid up and down to realize he's broken one of his arms and sandy blonde hair, he's also very anxious, I'm looking at them and start to drift closer, "Loving the new hair lathe Connor very school shooter chic." He half smiles and I see the other kid look down, "It was a joke," He tries to clarify, "No I'm laughing, am I not laughing hard enough for you?" He backs away a little, "You're such a freak." He leaves me and blue guy.

I notice he's smiling and ask, "What are you laughing at?" But I ask jokingly hoping that maybe on my last day I can meet someone who was kinda like a friend, "W-well you know I've b-been putting up w-with Jared all my l-life and t-to see some-someone just come up t-to him and say something l-like that i-it's re-really cool." His smiles drops a little but it's still a smile and I smile back, "I'm Connor." I say walking with him.

"I-I know." He says looking forward, "What do you mean you know?"

"No I mean like, art club I love art. Well not a-all art but defiantly wh-what kind of art you guys do art." I smile a half smile and think, why dose this kid know so much about art club, "I'm E-Evan by the way." He wipes his hands on his tan pants. "What's your first hour?" I ask looking down at him, "Mathyou." He said it almost too fast for me to understand, but I some how did, "History." Th-this is my class, I'll s-see you around." He smiles and he ran in as I said, "Doubt that." While I walked up the stairs to my class. I sat bored until the bell rang and I ran out, my next class was choir which I can blow off so I go to the long forgotten learning center.

I see Evan and he's typing on a computer and I'm surprised that he's here but I just sit next to the printer and I think about the time I throw a printer at Mrs. G. Damn bitch should have just made me line leader. I hear the printer and once it's done I pick up the paper then read the first line "Dear Evan Hansen" I start to walk over to Evan and start to hand it to him when I notice his cast is blank, "What happened to your arm?" I guess I kinda scared him because he jumped a little, "I-I,, um.. hi? I um fell out of a- um a tree." He looked down and started to pick at it, "That's the saddest thing I've ever fucking heard." He awkward laughed "Yea-yeah."

"Oh well no one's signed it." "Yeah, that's w-what happens w-when you've g-got no friends." "Can I?" "O-oh sure." He hands me a sharpie and holds out his arms and I write "CONNOR" really big on his arm and say, "Now we can pretend we both have friends." I look at his paper again and read it a little, he starts to scream protects and I read it all,

"Dear Evan Hansen,

Turns out this won't be a great day or a great week or a great year because why would it be? I mean I have all my hope pinned on Connor who I don't even know and doesn't know me. I mean, who'd even notice if I just disappeared. No one that's who.

Sincerely you're closest and dearest friend,

Me"

I get really mad, "What the fuck?" I scream, "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryIdidn'tmeanto-I'msorry." he apologizes more, "What the fuck?" I say louder, "You knew I was the only other one in the Learning center so you wrote some weird shit about me? What the fuck?" I freak out, "You did this so then you could tell everyone about what a freak I am didn't you, fuck you man!" I stormed out with the paper folded in my pocket.

He ran out to me, "I'm sorry!" He said with no hesitation, "I just really like you." He said in an almost inaudible voice but I heard me, "Wait really?" I didn't think that anyone even knew I excised, let alone liked me.