Hi, My name is Dougie. Dougie Lee Poynter. I used to live in Essex where I attended Gable Hall high school. I am 14 years old and is currently sitting in the back seat of my mom's car waiting to move to London, unfortunately.

I used to live with my mom, dad and sister, Jazzie in a fairly big house, it had 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and a fairly large kitchen and garden. I have lived there all my life but my Dad has recently lost his job and we can't afford to live there anymore so we have to move to London in a smaller house but at least I still get my own room.

I have attended Gable Hall High School for 2 years and before we moved I had started year 9. It was my birthday last week and the guys at school decided to celebrate it, by giving me my annual birthday wedgie. Now I know what your thinking, and you would be right, I was Gable Hall High's punching bag. I had no friends, unless you count the guys that asked to copy my homework a few times.

When I say "Ask" I mean "Threaten".

My younger sister Jazzie is 2 years younger than me,12, and is in year 7. She is also on the people I hate list I have made up in my head. She is the worlds most annoying person I have ever met, she takes the piss out of me continuously, she goes into my room without asking, she steals my things, hides my things, the list could go on but I would be here forever. I mean I have enough of people like that at school, let alone at home.

Anyway, where was I?, oh yeah, I am currently sitting in the back of the car, on the left, my favourite seat, and Jazzie is sitting next to me, texting and crying about leaving her "Bezzies" as she likes to call them. My Dad is in front of me comforting her and my mom is saying goodbye to the neighbours. I am listening to my Ipod, silently thanking my Dad for loosing his job.

"Don't worry sweetheart, you will make new friends in London, you're a sweet girl"

Sweet? Sweet! She is the devils daughter! The Queen of Mean! The younger Regina George from that film I watched once, Mean Girls!

"Course you will, Jazz, I mean who wouldn't want you as a friend" My mom said as she sat in the car.

"Anyone with sense" I said as quiet as I could.

"Douglas!" My dad shouted.

Douglas? What the?

"Since when, was I named Douglas? Nowhere on my birth certificate does it say 'Douglas' last time I checked it said 'Dougie', if your going to say it, say it right!" I snapped back at him.

Saying my Dad and me don't get along is an understatement, we hate each others guts! We always have, ever since Jazzie was born. I was tossed out the window, forgotten, and he always shouts at me no matter what I do. No matter how hard I try, I can't do anything right as far as he's concerned.

"Dougie, sweetheart, I know your upset but please don't snap at your father" my mom said driving away and waving at the neighbours.

"I am not upset about leaving this place, it's a shit hole"

"Dougie! Language!" My Dad shouted turning around in his seat to glare his ugly face at me. I just turned my music up and started to do the air guitar in my seat, smirking.

I pretend that I'm not bothered about moving to a new home and a new school but I am. I'm scared shitless. I don't think that I can take being hurt anymore. Family or not. I'm sick of my sister laughing at me, my Dad continually hating me, my mom pretending she doesn't notice the bruises down my back and arms from being shoved up against the wall from my Dad and guys at school and all the people at school laughing at me, shoving me, calling me names. I hate it!

"Dougie?" My mom said staring at me in the rear view mirror.

"What?" I ask taking out my headphones.

"Speak politely to your mother, boy!" My Dad shouts. Fucking hell! What could this guy moan about next?

"What, Mother?" I say sarcastically.

"You start your new school tomorrow and you know I only want the best for you-" That's likely. "-and to do that I want you to at least try to make friends, this time."

What does she mean, "Try", what does she think I have been doing since I was born?

"I do try!"

"I know you do, baby, but please try harder, for me?"

"It depends if they will accept Gay people as friends" Jazzie said smirking at me.

"I'm not gay! Shut up, you little shit!"

"Dougie!" Dad shouted at me again.

"But-"

"I don't want to hear it!"

"You never do" I muttered.

"What was that?"

"nothing" I said looking down putting my headphones back in.

"That's what I thought"