Hi everyone! This story is for Mick. I don't see why everyone makes him the bad guy. Is he really that bad?

Also- for my Running. Running. Running. story, I have 52 hits. And zero reviews. Anonymous reviews are accepted! It really hurts guys. A lot.

Disclaimer:

Mick: Thank you! I am not evil! MiaAndOak does not have any reviews nor owns House of Anubis.

Me: Thanks. :)

"You know son, doctors are always needed in the world. There is a great Medical School in America. Isn't that where your little friend is from?" My dad said, not looking up from his phone.

"Nina? Yeah she's from America. Medical School is cool." Not.

My dad is giving me a migraine. Always going on about doctors, and how I could take over the family business. Or how about, "How about coming to the Medical School that I went to?" The real question is really, "Who do you want to be?" No one has ever asked me that question. Everyone decides for me. I don't want to hurt my dad, but I want to become an Athlete, not some guy in a white lab coat with a thingy around his neck. That wasn't me. No one gets it. Well, not anymore. They used too.

Ever since my mom died in 2010 of Ovarian Cancer and my Aunt with Breast Cancer, I found a shell and crawled into it. I guess that would be the reason I broke up with Amber. She was beautiful, and always supportive, but she reminded me too much of my mom. A little while later, Mara happened. Again, I had nothing against her. I thought that she could replace the woman I lost in my life. The woman who kept my life together. Our family was still in tact then. We were one. Me, my dad, my mom, Daisy my dog, and my Aunt Terry who stayed with us. They understood me then. Before I practically fell of the face of the Earth. Now, no one understands why I have retreated into a state of mind.

I don't get why everyone makes me the bad guy. I can be rough, but that is just my personality and trait. Amber's girly, Mara is quiet, Fabian is a bookworm, Nina is adventurous, Alfie is funny, Jerome is greedy, and Patricia is … cranky? I wish someone could just get that! But no! No one can! I'm not a player; I just have trouble with woman. I wonder what would make people realize that. What would it take?

"Ssssss…." I looked down. My nails had popped a hole in my soccer ball.

"Whoops. Maybe we could get you a doctor kit instead." My dad remarked, laughing. I closed my eyes. Maybe the rumors were right. Maybe they were true.

Maybe I was a monster… rawr.