It's Not My Fault
Look, father. I'm sorry I'm not the perfect example of a mayor. You know, the one's that go around bringing joy and happiness while hugging everyone. But, we can't all be robots triggered on the one emotion of happiness.
It's not my fault that I have a tendency to snap at people. Sometimes, they ask for it. Sometimes, they're just being stupid and I need to put them in their place. Especially people who are people-pleasers. Especially people like Angela. Or Luna. Or Luke. Or Julius. Or Candance. Or even you, father. Sometimes, your stupidity asks for it.
It's not my fault I don't leave the town hall often. I've tried, believe me. But do you know how hard it is to walk around this town and people gawking and pointing at you, whispering "Is that Hamilton's son?" Yes people! I am capable of walking! I am capable of leaving the house! The only one who doesn't whisper is Luke, because he shouts it at the top of his voice.
It's not my fault I have very little, if not any, friends. Once again, I tried. But what happens? Well, I either snap and they leave, angry and never wanting to speak to me again or they are in shock that I decided to leave the house. I find it hard to place my trust in someone. It is hard! And I'm sick of it.
It's not my fault that all these things happen. They just do. And I'm sick of being stared at, pointed at and called out on. Who do you people think you are? I wonder what would happen if I just spend my whole life inside? No one will notice, probably. But, you know what? It's not my fault...
A really crap one-shot that sprung into my head. I walked down to see if dinner was ready and guess what my mother says? "You finally immerged from your room?!" And then my brother gives me this smug little smile while saying, "I knew you would come out eventually." Some of my friends even think I do nothing but spend my whole day glued to a computer screen. And I do sometimes. But everyone has done something along those lines at some point in their lives. I feel you, Gill, I really do...