Just five minutes ago, life was peaceful. I was in my bed sleeping, it was warm, and even though I was having another nightmare of faces laughing at me, I felt safe. The sound of my alarm clock going off at 5AM ruined all that. I never look forward to that sound. I wake up and hear the silence of snow outside. I'm not like the other kids in this town..
I'm different from them. Their lives are happy and somewhat normal, but me on the other hand, I'm just Dog Poo. I don't really like going to school and socializing with the friends I don't have.
That's right. Everyone at school calls me 'Dog Poo', and I'm a reject. I go to a school called South Park elementary, in the Colorado state. You've probably heard of it from the stupid TV show. There's these five boys there that are always being filmed and getting into cool and funny adventures for the show. Well, not really since it's all fake, but on TV it looks cool. And if it looks cool, people buy it.
They're pretty much celebrities in this town. Everyone else in my class has had their fair share of spotlight, too. Everyone except me, that is. I'm not really on the show all that much. The directors don't like to put me on the camera, because apparently I'm not very photogenic. They tried to put it nicely when they told me this. I'm just not that cute. They like to film the cute kids, because it somehow makes them seem funnier when they do or say bad things.
So for the most part, I just go to school and try to do my work. I like to try and avoid everyone else while I'm there.
You see, I have a strange relationship with other people. I actually repel everyone I meet. It might be because I can't seem to avoid getting dirt on my face or clothes, or that I always have a sullen look on my face. Or that I always smell like a dog, no matter how many showers I take. I don't know why, because we don't even have a pet dog. But whatever it is, I can't remember having a real friend since about..ever. And I doubt that I ever will.
None of that really bothers me, anymore. I've learned to get used to just being a background prop. One time I saw God, who is a platypus looking creature, but I think he hates me. He throws twigs in my hair when I'm not looking and makes me trip and fall in the dirtiest places at unsuspecting moments. He also gave me this dirty face that scares people away, just for kicks. There must be a reason for it, I just haven't figured out why yet. Maybe he's just cruel like that.
Maybe I'm just a joke.
I'm nine years old, and I'll never be a kid like everyone else.
I'll just be Dog Poo.