p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"emJunes OPV/em/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"Metias. Metias. Metias Metias Metias. METIAS. That was all I could think all day and, for once the blond was out of my mind. I was happy until I remembered I had to go to school. My brother must have seen my smile drop and noticed my change in attitude, but for once he didn't get the reasons right. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Oh my little June bug..." His voice trials off as he sighs before continuing. "You're still thinking about him aren't you?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Ugh no but now I am." I reply, immediately knowing who "him" is./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Well then bug, whats got you down?" He replies, looking confused with his eyebrows all scrunched up./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Oh well I was just thinking about how I have to go to school," I reply, "and despite how much I just absolutely emlove /em school, well, I can't spend time with you then." I pause... thinking for a moment... "Oh and how long are you going to be here? Are you heading back soon?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Hmmm well... about that..."/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Yes...?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Well actually I came back for two reasons. One, YOU my little June bug," he gave me a big hug at this, "and two... I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Y-you have a what now?" I ask, voice shaking, needing to hear it again./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""June... don't be mad ok. I am sorry I didn't tell you before but... I am g-"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""What no don't be absurd of course I knew that. I just needed to hear it again, so humour me big brother. What. Do. You. Have." I question with a sly grin./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""A-a boyfriend. Wait... how did you know?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Oh dear brother you really are hopeless aren't you?" At this he tackles me to the bed and starts tickling me./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""STOP IT STOP YOU WIN- emSTOP!/em" I shriek through my giggles, emCURSE ME AND BEING TICKLISH /emI think to myself.../span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Say the magic words" He responds relentlessly, and, seeing as I am about to respond, he pushes me further into the bed and tickles me more, jumping on top of me so there is no escape./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Please?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"He makes a weird tisking with his tongue and replies cheekily, "Not that one!"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""N-no I am- AHHHHH- not going to sa- AHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA- say it,"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Well then aren't we in for a treat. Settle in June because we are going to be here a while..." He threatened seriously./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Fine..." I huff. "You are the bestest brother in the world and I am your humble servant..." I sigh thinking back to when I first said that. I was around four years old and we were playing a game... he was the King and made me be his servant... I don't remember much more then that, just that I loved the game and now I wish I never played it. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"I feel Meitas stop, only to have him lean into my ear and say, "Hmmmm well if you are my servant then I can do whatever I want with you, yes?" I take a shaky breath as he continues. "So I guess... I guess I WILL KEEP GOING!" and I burst into another fit of giggles as his hand finds its way to my armpit./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"I try curling into a ball to keep him from tickling my extra ticklish spots, and fail miserably. A nock at my door seems to be my saviour. An unfamiliar voice sounds through the door, muffled by my laughter and the wood. The door slowly creaks open and a dark brown head of hair in an army cut, along with blue eyes, a sharp nose and pale skin is visible./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"A stranger. In my house. In my ROOM./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Wh- who are you?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"strongDay POV/strong/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"Well today is going to be... eventful. No, not in a good way... not in the slightest. I have to stop thinking about emher/em so I can actually think about schoolwork and get all my... other work out of the way. Mother is making me cook a whole roast for dinner tonight and somehow also expects me to be able to handle EVERYTHING?! Not to mention my job that, oh by the way I shouldn't even have. Being 15 and employed at minimum wage, having a witch of a mother, watching your dad– I shut down that thought before it can fully form. Is all this pain normal for children? I don't think so... oh I hope not. If everyone was suffering as I am this world would truly be a horrible place./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"Plus, I think to myself, emshe/em has everything she could possibly want. Oh no not just need, want. She has bucketloads of money, clean and new clothing, rich and delicious food, she probably couldn't be happier. What hurts even more than knowing she has it all and is probably living the perfect life, is the fact that she is living it without me. As if I was a dream and she woke up with no memory of me. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"When I last saw her... I know I was cruel and, in all honesty horrible to her, but the fact that she moved on so quickly, not even letting it phase her... it hurts knowing that I meant so little to her. The day I "cut ties" with her was a Saturday, so I didn't see her until school started back on Monday, and by then she was unscathed. In fact if you didn't know her and what happened, you wouldn't have been able to see anything wrong, just that she no longer hung out with me./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"I guess to make matters worse a year later my dad was killed so we, my mother, Eden and I, had to move away as we were... low... on funds and so I didn't see June for 3 years. Almost 2 years ago we moved back here and I saw June once or twice, like in a store here or there, but she never saw me. Or if she did she said nothing. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"Now that my school is closed I have to go to this new school called Republic High School, which in total honestly is a terrible name. It makes it sound like a school for delinquents and criminals, which it's not. Far from it really it's for the rich folk's kids and somehow I got transferred here. Well... time to meet my impending doom. And with that as my final thought, I make my way through the front door, painfully aware of the rumbling of my stomach, and make my way to the new bus stop that I am to take to /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"Metias. Metias. Metias Metias Metias. METIAS. That was all I could think all day and, for once the blond was out of my mind. I was happy until I remembered I had to go to school. My brother must have seen my smile drop and noticed my change in attitude, but for once he didn't get the reasons right. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Oh my little June bug..." His voice trials off as he sighs before continuing. "You're still thinking about him aren't you?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Ugh no but now I am." I reply, immediately knowing who "him" is./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Well then bug, whats got you down?" He replies, looking confused with his eyebrows all scrunched up./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Oh well I was just thinking about how I have to go to school," I reply, "and despite how much I just absolutely emlove /em school, well, I can't spend time with you then." I pause... thinking for a moment... "Oh and how long are you going to be here? Are you heading back soon?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Hmmm well... about that..."/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Yes...?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Well actually I came back for two reasons. One, YOU my little June bug," he gave me a big hug at this, "and two... I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Y-you have a what now?" I ask, voice shaking, needing to hear it again./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""June... don't be mad ok. I am sorry I didn't tell you before but... I am g-"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""What no don't be absurd of course I knew that. I just needed to hear it again, so humour me big brother. What. Do. You. Have." I question with a sly grin./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""A-a boyfriend. Wait... how did you know?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Oh dear brother you really are hopeless aren't you?" At this he tackles me to the bed and starts tickling me./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""STOP IT STOP YOU WIN- emSTOP!/em" I shriek through my giggles, emCURSE ME AND BEING TICKLISH /emI think to myself.../span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Say the magic words" He responds relentlessly, and, seeing as I am about to respond, he pushes me further into the bed and tickles me more, jumping on top of me so there is no escape./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Please?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"He makes a weird tisking with his tongue and replies cheekily, "Not that one!"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""N-no I am- AHHHHH- not going to sa- AHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA- say it,"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Well then aren't we in for a treat. Settle in June because we are going to be here a while..." He threatened seriously./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Fine..." I huff. "You are the bestest brother in the world and I am your humble servant..." I sigh thinking back to when I first said that. I was around four years old and we were playing a game... he was the King and made me be his servant... I don't remember much more then that, just that I loved the game and now I wish I never played it. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"I feel Meitas stop, only to have him lean into my ear and say, "Hmmmm well if you are my servant then I can do whatever I want with you, yes?" I take a shaky breath as he continues. "So I guess... I guess I WILL KEEP GOING!" and I burst into another fit of giggles as his hand finds its way to my armpit./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"I try curling into a ball to keep him from tickling my extra ticklish spots, and fail miserably. A nock at my door seems to be my saviour. An unfamiliar voice sounds through the door, muffled by my laughter and the wood. The door slowly creaks open and a dark brown head of hair in an army cut, along with blue eyes, a sharp nose and pale skin is visible./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"A stranger. In my house. In my ROOM./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Wh- who are you?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"strongDay POV/strong/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"Well today is going to be... eventful. No, not in a good way... not in the slightest. I have to stop thinking about emher/em so I can actually think about schoolwork and get all my... other work out of the way. Mother is making me cook a whole roast for dinner tonight and somehow also expects me to be able to handle EVERYTHING?! Not to mention my job that, oh by the way I shouldn't even have. Being 15 and employed at minimum wage, having a witch of a mother, watching your dad– I shut down that thought before it can fully form. Is all this pain normal for children? I don't think so... oh I hope not. If everyone was suffering as I am this world would truly be a horrible place./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"Plus, I think to myself, emshe/em has everything she could possibly want. Oh no not just need, want. She has bucketloads of money, clean and new clothing, rich and delicious food, she probably couldn't be happier. What hurts even more than knowing she has it all and is probably living the perfect life, is the fact that she is living it without me. As if I was a dream and she woke up with no memory of me. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"When I last saw her... I know I was cruel and, in all honesty horrible to her, but the fact that she moved on so quickly, not even letting it phase her... it hurts knowing that I meant so little to her. The day I "cut ties" with her was a Saturday, so I didn't see her until school started back on Monday, and by then she was unscathed. In fact if you didn't know her and what happened, you wouldn't have been able to see anything wrong, just that she no longer hung out with me./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"I guess to make matters worse a year later my dad was killed so we, my mother, Eden and I, had to move away as we were... low... on funds and so I didn't see June for 3 years. Almost 2 years ago we moved back here and I saw June once or twice, like in a store here or there, but she never saw me. Or if she did she said nothing. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"Now that my school is closed I have to go to this new school called Republic High School, which in total honestly is a terrible name. It makes it sound like a school for delinquents and criminals, which it's not. Far from it really it's for the rich folk's kids and somehow I got transferred here. Well... time to meet my impending doom. And with that as my final thought, I make my way through the front door, painfully aware of the rumbling of my stomach, and make my way to the new bus stop that I am to take to /span/p