A/N: First of all I just want to say that I started writing this story YEARS ago. There were many times were i had completely abandoned this story for a very very long time. I realized that no matter what I still wanted to continue it. Obviously, my writing style has changed over time and you may or may not see it. I am only going to update/edit the first chapter because it is usually the first thing people see.

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My fingers played with a loose thread of my backpack nervously as I looked out the window of my brother Steven's truck. I watched as the scenery outside of the truck sped past me in one big blur. I sighed and closed my tired eyes to try and forget the anxiety i was feeling deep inside me. A couple minutes later I felt the car stop and my eyes flew open and I clutched my backpack tighter. My school was right in front of me and I nervously gulped as I unbuckled my seat belt.

Lot of students were already making their way towards the school. Some girls walked in bunches and smiled at each other or giggled at something they said. Guys where slapping each other's back and saying hello. I bit my lip and that feeling of anxiety started growing deeper inside of me. I opened the rusty door of the truck and started getting out when my brother cleared his throat. I looked over to him and saw him starting to light a cigarette.

"Have a good day at school today alright champ? Work hard." He said looking straight ahead and took a hit of his cigarette. I watched him blow out the grey smoke and frowned.

"Right" I mumbled

I got out of the car and started heading out towards the school with my head hung low. I was consumed in my thoughts of what had happened this morning. I tried to shake them out but they kept coming back like some pesky mosquito. My fists clenched the straps of my backpack as I walked up the steps to my school. Would it kill them to not fight in the morning before school?

I scurried to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I placed my head in my hands and started breathing deeply.

"Why couldn't you be like your sister and stay in school huh Steven!"

My father scowled at my brother as he watched me pack my things in my backpack

"Are we really going to have this argument again? Now?" Steven said as he rolled his eyes and washed his plate. "I already told you that school's just not for me."

"Well it seems like nothing's right for you! You're just a good for nothing retard! All you ever do is waste time with those good for nothing greasers. Can't you make something out of your life for once!"

Steven scoffed and slammed the sink faucet off. He scowled at my dad walked away towards his room. This angered my dad who stormed after him.

"Don't you ignore me when I'm talking to you son! This is my house you're living in!" He yelled.

"Screw you old man. You don't do shit for Joey and I much less this house. This is a place you occasionally come to eat and shit when you're not at the bar getting shit-faces. At least I take care of her while you waste your life away."

And then I heard the sound of skin hitting skin and I flinched.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that boy! I am your father and you will respect me as so!" My father yelled.

"Piss off!" Steven hissed and quickly walked away from my dad. He walked towards me and grabbed my backpack. "Come on Joe, get in the truck I'm takin you to school" He told me and I watched as Steven walked out the door with an angry red mark on his cheek.

I awoke from my flashback of this morning and realized I was already at my locker. I must have been standing there for sometime because I looked around and saw some girls looking at me weirdly while whispering things to their friends.I bowed my head down again and fumbled with the lock hoping it would open because I was going to be late for my class. Realizing it was a useless cause, I left it and ran to my class, jacket and everything, before the bell rang. When I got to the room I was five seconds late and got a scolding from the teacher and slid into the nearest empty seat. I slouched over my desk and wrapped my arms over my head.

"Today is gonna be a great day" I thought.