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I was walking along the shoreline of a hidden beach I had stumbled onto while escaping from a group of bullies and I have been coming here ever since to clear my thoughts. It somehow calms me to be surrounded by nature and I love everything about it. On one side, there was a dense forest where beyond that was the castle my mother rented for this years' Halloween Bash. This place is rumored to be haunted and maybe that's why I could hear voices in my head. But I might also be going crazy from the lack of attention I crave so much for. I sometimes wish I had at least a little sister to talk to, then maybe I wouldn't have to keep everything bottled up. Because I know that my father would scoff at me and say "You are a Fantasy, Vincent. Grow the hell up and stop sulking like a low-life!" and if I told my mom about this...well, it wasn't going to be pretty that's for sure. I hated my father, I hated him so much one time that I sometimes have to get away before I do something I might regret. But then again, he is a righteous bastard and I hate him. I love my mother, but it makes me wonder...would I be able to have a better life if I were to disappear? "Vinny-chan! It's time to go!" I heard my mother's voice, thought muffled by the dense trees, my excellent hearing picked it up and it made me sigh deeply. Wouldn't be long now, I thought to myself while grumbling under my breath.
"Coming!" I replied, irritated for some reason. Oh wait, I know it quite perfectly. She's the one who suggested to my father that I go to Public School to, quote-on-quote, "socialize with the other teens". I sighed once again and ran my gloved hand through my hair before letting it fall to my side and my feet led me across the familiar path that I have taken so many times before I reached my temporary home for the Halloween event. We were a whole four months early for the actual Bash, but my mother said "It's so we could un-pack and settle in before we go shopping and celebrate!". I take no part in her Halloween Bash "party" because it's just another way to gain money, get drunk off your arse, flirt and invite old people. But as I was climbing into my mothers' Mustang Shelby, I heard 'Don't go,'. I thought it was the ghosts saying that, so I ignored it and closed the door, as I was buckling in and the car was pulling out of the driveway, I heard it again, 'Don't go.'. It seemed for firm this time, but I decided not to think about it. My parents love Mustang cars. My mother has The Mustang Shelby I was riding in right now, the Mustang Cobra, and father has the Mustang gt500. Plus about three limos in the standard issue black, standard issue white, and...pink. Plus a couple of extended vans for business trips, camping, or public rides.
I didn't like how it took four hours just to get into the nearest town where my school was located, and an extra thirty minutes to find where the private school was. When I laid my eyes on it, I already hated the dang thing. Students were already going inside, and during the trip here, I had climbed into the backseat and changed into the uniform. It was a strange one I'll admit easily, but it was hard to get on when there was a limited amount of room but I somehow managed. "Okay sweetie, I'll come pick you up when school is over." My mother started as I reached behind me and grabbed my back I had carelessly tossed. "Love you too Mother. See you after school." And I made my way out of the car and she drove off before I made one step. I grit my teeth and stepped toward the building. It was going to be a loooooonnng year...
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