The bell rang about five minutes later. I walked back to where Venus and her groupies were. She was waiting impatiently. She told me to come on and we went to her first class.

Every class I just sat reading my comic books. I made it through at least a comic and a half per period.

After school, I just walked without her to my car. As I was, she caught up with me. "By the way, when you get there, daddy wants you to park whatever that thing is you call a car is in the garage. We don't want people to think we have a junkie living with us." I glared at her and just walked at a faster pace. What the fuck does she know? That chick has gotten more sex than a Catholic priest.

I drove up to the mansion and saw the garage was already open. I sighed and parked my car in it. I opened my trunk and took all my stuff out. A butler came out and asked if he could help, I said I got it. He led me into the actual house. I wasn't shocked by it. I've been here for some parties and shit before.

The butler led me to my room, which was like a luxurious hotel room. He left to let me get settled in. I right away took out some 'Coke' bottles and put them in the mini fridge. They weren't Coke, but my stash of Jim Beam. I had to bring something. And this way it looks like it's legal. I put some waters in there too.

I was putting my clothes and stuff in the drawers and closet when I heard a knock at the door. I said it was open. The door opened and it was Matt and Ginger. Awesome.

"Hello, Jamia. Welcome to our home. You can do whatever you want while you're here so long as it doesn't embarrass us," Matt began. I suppressed an eye roll. Story of my life, asshole. "Anyway, dinner will be at 6:30. We expect you to be there. You can wear regular clothes but on Friday night we have a party we'll be hosting. There you'll have to get dressed up." I nodded and they left. I finally let out the eye roll. I swear it's like everyone's a broken record.

Once I was done with putting my clothes and shit away, I went to my bag with my comics and opened the one I was really close to finishing. I got out a water and sat on my bed and began reading.

After that was done, I was bored. I could read comics for days, but I read most of them already and I needed some of the newer ones for later. What can I do now? Something in my brain clicked. I took my phone and looked at my wrist. I typed in his number and texted him: "It's me, Jamia. I'm bored." I sent it and closed my phone. I went to the bathroom and washed the number off my arm. I managed to keep it hidden from Venus the whole day. It wasn't that hard considering she went through her day without regarding my existence. Don't feel bad. I'm used to it.

When I came back from the bathroom, I checked my phone and there was a reply. I opened it and it was from Frank. He said that he was practicing with his band till late and wouldn't be able to hang today. He did say that he could hang out tomorrow after school. I replied that tomorrow was perfect. There was an instant reply that said "Cool." I just put my phone down. I may be bored as hell right now, but at least I have something to look forward to tomorrow.

I looked around and my eyes stopped at the TV. I looked closer and saw a sight for sore eyes. I went to the 50 inch flat screen and saw they had every game system that I liked. I looked through the games and saw they weren't too bad. A nice Madden game should suffice. Even though I live in New York, I'm a Patriots fan. Just another reason why people hate me. My school is filled with Jets fans.

I put it in the PS2 and began by making my profile. It went on to my team selection. There was only one team I wanted to play. I chose the Patriots and it went to the main menu. I decided I'd play the regular season. This game would be a great distraction.

After hours of playing, I looked at the clock. It said it was 6:27. Ah shit, I have to go down for dinner. I saved my game and turned off the PS2. I brushed my hair and quickly went down to the dining room. I sat in a seat right as the clock hit 6:30. They walked in a few seconds after I did.

The chefs brought in some chicken with every side dish known to man and animal. There was a lot of food. I picked up my favorites and just ate in silence as the three talked. I figured they would just ignore me. After I was done, I began to get up, but was instantly shoved back down by the butler.

"You have to be excused to leave the table at my house, Jamia," Matt explained somewhat harshly.

"Sorry, I didn't know," I replied just as harsh.

"I don't know how my brother tolerates you." I looked away from his stinging gaze, holding in the tears.

Once everyone was finally done, I just stalked to my room. I closed and locked the door. I went to my bag and took out my pack with my Bic lighter then opened the fridge and took out a 'Coke' bottle. I opened the double doors leading out to the balcony. It was perfect. I made sure to take an ash tray. I knew they didn't have one. I took out my iPod and stuck the earbuds in my ears then pressed play. I opened up the bottle and took a swig. The burning liquid felt good going down my throat. I lit the cigarette and took a puff. I wonder if I'll ever kick any of these addictions. I kinda promised myself that I would after I got my life on track. I just wanted something stable in my life. I'm sick of the drama. I just want something to be easy.

My life wasn't very easy to start with. My dad was a huge drinker and smoker. I always noticed that he was happy after he did both of those things. That's how I got started. When my mom re-married, I began feeling like shit all the time. I mean, Jim didn't abuse me per se, but he did tell me off any chance he got. That's when I began listening to the music I listen to now. I really got into the old stuff and moved my way through the timeline. My favorite at the moment is Linkin Park. "Forgotten" is another of my favorite songs from them. It describes how I feel. I feel like I'm forgotten. It's not like anyone really cares anyway. I hated my life. I just want one thing to work out. One thing that'll make my life worth it.

Don't get me wrong, I don't want to commit suicide. Like I said, all that shit's not my thing, but I feel like I'm destroying myself little by little as time goes on.