Pale

Chapter 1

Newborn Tears

June 6. I told everyone this was going to happen. No one believed me did they. June 2 dad dies. June 2...my birthday.

Funeral. Sad times, but easier to know that they are in a better place. Every day this happens, every moment newborn tears come and go. Jack is dead. Now, all I have left is my mom and my dog. Mom thinks we shouldn't stay here. Too painful. Moving from New York City, to the small town of Geneva Wisconsin. Ugh.

"Mom...no way in hell am I going to this small town school." I said quite annoyed.

"Oh yes you are. No attitude, no free time, no money."

"Mooooooooommmmmmmmmm....this is so unfair."

Realizing that your mom has entered the short bus after an accident, has made me royal subject one for all her anger. All she EVER does it take it out on me. She has a job. We have a house. We have a dog. And we have money. And all she ever wanted was me...and she has it...but she's about to loose it if she doesn't fix her attitude quick.

After the accident I've had a lot of emotional distress. Counselors gave up on me, and they think I have no hope. Sometimes I just feel like I'm about to cry. My mom has never seen me cry, and she's not about to. Jack was my best friend. I lost all my others after what happened. Became less social, and more independent. So tomorrow...time to start fresh. Ugh, as I said before.