Does anyone know what it's like to suck at everything? No? Then I guess I'm alone on that one. Aw man…Ever since I was a little kid, I've been…Bad at everything, but I guess I'm good at not being able to talk to anyone well. Okay, I guess it's time for me to tell you who I am, right? Alright, my name is Oliver Beckett, despite sucking at everything, I was physically gifted with height, strength and speed…I think. Although I might be kind of slow to react to things falling or when someone talks to me.

As a kid I got into a lot of things, A LOT of things. Like knives… My dad was kind of always busy with ancient artifacts, and places people normally don't talk about. So he forgets to put the dangerous stuff away. Like the sharp knives in the kitchen, why is that important? Well, I have this scar on my right cheek, pretty irresponsible, right? Yeah…Most people would think so. But hey, when you're busy with work you tend to forget things. I learned that in pre-school…Although it wasn't actually work that made me forget things, it was just me overthinking everything.

Anyway, I have this scar on my right cheek that stands out and I have these gray cloudy-like eyes, they kind of fit my image, seeing as I'm a little bit of an airhead…And like I said before, I'm tall, strong and…You get it. I originally had blonde hair, but I dyed it and now I have White hair…Okay, I bleached it, I'm sorry, but there just isn't any white dye.

I guess it's about time I tell you my age, I am fourteen years old. My birth day is on December 21st which will be in two days, so I guess I'm actually fifth-teen. I was born in the year 1991, growing up was hard, of course it was, since my dad was busy most of the time, but he paid attention to me everyone once in a while, which is enough for me.

You must be wondering if I hit my head as a baby…I'm pretty sure I didn't…That doesn't help me at all, not one bit. Anyway, I was born and raised in San Francisco. I had fun living here, but my dad mostly kept me indoors, he always said it was too dangerous to go alone, and when I asked if he could come out with me, guess what he would say.

"I can't I'm too busy." Every single time, in the same tone. As I was growing up I started to just not care about going to out, so I resorted to the alternative solution, sneaking out. And to my surprise, it worked, almost too easy…You know what's more dangerous? The fact that people can get in and out of this apartment building so easy. I doubt the outside would be worse than my dad's attention span…I guess that's where I get that from. Huh, I never noticed that. Oh well, there's always something new to learn, I think.

Like how to sneak out without getting noticed. But…Before he used to watch me like a hawk, now he pays very little attention to what I'm doing, as a kid he was watching me like a hawk, but I was a quick little guy so, I guess it's not really my dad's fault I got this ugly scar on my cheek. Interesting…What was I doing again? Oh right, I was sneaking out. But what am I going to do?

Once I was successfully out of the apartment, I just walked, I've never went up and down these streets before, I only went to and from school. But now I can roam the streets…Alone, damn old man. Why can't he just see that I want attention? How is that so difficult? I kicked a can and walked aimlessly down the street, I'm overthinking again. All he has to do is walk with me…Why can't he do that once and a while? I mean, it doesn't have to be far. Maybe go to the park, or just to play in the snow, but he always says, "It's dangerous to go alone, no, I have too much to do."

Would it kill you to at least try!? I get it that I'm fourteen, and I'm going to be fifth teen soon, but I'm not like all those other kids, they have their mothers to play with them, even their fathers play with them, but my parents!? Or wait, I mean PARENT! Can't do jack shit with me…I'm sorry, I'm just frustrated. But it's true he won't say, "Why don't you just go and play outside for a bit?" Or "Just don't go too far." But NO! He just sits there researching random places and stupid objects!

If I had a sibling I would have been fine with what little attention he gave me, but I have NO ONE. I stomped on the can furiously. "Once in a while, just be a goddamn dad!" I yelled.

I looked at my surroundings, "Oh no…It's getting dark, where…Where am I?" I started to feel panicked. Maybe this is what my dad is always talking about…The fact that I overthink things and just walk and walk without realizing where I'm going. He couldn't have actually thought of this…Right?

I was walking around without knowing where to go. Places looked familiar, but at the same time, they looked incongruous. Like when you go to school and see everything, but on your way back, everything looks different to you. Or it might be because it's dark out. I took a left and saw a couple of guys walking in my direction, in the distance, their eyes glowed. I felt a sense of danger. I don't usually feel this.

I gulped, then turned and went the other way. Off in the distance I could hear sirens going off. It's going to be nine already, or maybe twelve? I'm not good with time, especially when I'm scared. I looked back to see if those guys were following me, nothing. I sighed, "Thank goodness…"

But I'm still lost…So I guess I shouldn't feel relived right now. This is all my dumb old man's fault, if he paid attention then I wouldn't be in this mess…I turned right once more and saw the street I usually end up playing alone at. A smile spread across my face, "Yes!" I exclaimed happily. I walked up the street and looked at the apartment we lived in. It was a red-brick building that contained about…Fifty people? I don't know, but I see a lot of people come in and out of the building when I'm outside alone.

We lived in apartment thirty one, which is on the second floor. I was so confused when I first heard we lived on the second floor, but our apartment number was thirty one. I swear I spent almost a month trying to figure it out. But then I asked my dad and he said, 'not all buildings are the same.' And then he also said, 'unique is sometimes better than being perfect.'

You know with the way he thinks and talks, you'd think I would be a smart kid, but little did you know, I'm not. It's strange that I'm not as smart as my dad, as some say. But you know what? I don't mind being…A little clueless, it takes the pressure off of me. No one expects me to be some little Einstein anymore, they just think I'm like everyone else, normal…Although I'm below normal, again, as some say, I'm not as smart as everyone around me. But when I'm alone…Does that make me the smartest person? Now that's something to think about.

Or I guess it's time to think about how to get in without alerting my dad…What am I thinking? He probably hasn't even notice I'm gone. I went up the fire escape, they should really think about putting it higher, or just move things around so people can't do what I'm doing. I usually climb on the dumpster that's three feet away from the ladder that leads up to the fire escape staircase.

Jumping that far is nothing, even though I'm not athletic, which most people would think I am, with my physique and everything, but they're mistaken. I completely suck at everything. Although getting away from people was always easy and jumping from high places too. But other than that, I suck at everything.

Anyway, I climbed up the ladder and went to my room window, I don't know why he gave me the room with the fire escape. But I guess he didn't consider me sneaking out. As usual. I went into my room, no one was there. Ignored…How many times will he continue to ignore me? How long do I have to be alone?

I went back to the fire escape and looked up at the sky, a clear night. "Where are you mom?" I murmured.

I half expected an answer, don't know why. Maybe because I just think she'll eventually answer me? What am I thinking? The only way she can tell me is to phone…Not that she can hear me anyway, or even cares.

I walked over to my bed and went to sleep. Tomorrow we have that field trip…I seek attention, but I don't want to make it obvious. Once my eyes were closed, I feel into a deep slumber. Ah…Dreams, images that just came into your mind and make you think, is this real? I've been told they're in fact, not real. But I feel as if they are real…Like if I reached out to that person, they'll reach back to me.

Dreams…

Dreams...

Another oc that I really like, I might focus more on this one, maybe.

Thanks for reading!

Rilurz~