Damn. We moved into a shitty house today. There's gotta be around a hundred friggin' people in this house.. but I guess I don't mind having a roof over my head. The ride up was so long and shitty I was actually tempted to start talking to my brother and sister – Luke and Lulu. I know, damn crazy.
Turns out when we first get inside we got some slut breathin' down our necks and callin' the shots. Yeah, it's Meiko alright. Damn drunkie's cramming us two to a room like sardines – betcha anything she's got her own room. Doesn't she know I friggin' hate people in general? Can't even room with Luka, I'm stuck with someone I don't even know. .. Great.
First thing I know when I walk into the room and drop my things on the bed, there's a teal blur. You wouldn't have been able to see it if ya blinked. There's this.. thing cowering in the corner with all his stuff. For a second I thought I was roomin' with some sort of stray cat. But no, it's a little person alright. He tells me, "Y-you can have the bed. I-I'm f-fine right h-h-here, you won't e-even notice me.." Came out more or less as a squeak. I ask him, "Uhh.. kid, who are ya?" Couldn't hurt getting to know my roommate, right?
… He just stares, not moving, not breathing. Hell, I'm not even sure if he's alive anymore. Damn right I won't notice you if you're just gonna stare blankly like that. … Guess I'm used to it though. It's not like anyone else knows I exist.
Y'see, I'm not the most popular guy around here. Alright, I'm sugarcoatin' it. Everyone hates my guts and would like life a whole lot better if I was gone.. sometimes even my family sometimes, I think. Honest, all I want is just one friend who likes me for who I am. Just one. That so much to ask?
Guess I got my hopes up n' thought the teal kid would warm up to me since we're roommates n' all. I didn't even scowl around him! It's been two days and he hasn't said one damn word to my face. Hell, I don't know if I've even seen him move. .. Am I that hard to be around? Luka's never complained, well, she has but I guess it doesn't hurt.
.. Damn it. What am I saying. I'm not supposed to care what people think of me.. but I think I might- *he scribbles that out* What I'm trying to say is- *scribbles that out too* Screw it. I don't know how I could think that.
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