My days are rather monotonous. Boring, dull, redundant...take your pick; they all work just as well as any. They start off the same: me being yelled at by Laney to wake my lazy ass up, and the arugement about how im not doing anything with my life. Just ruitine. And they all end the same, me sneaking back in through my window after trying to sniff out Ashley.
One of the plus sides of being a highschool dropout is the outstanding ability you gain to sleep in past atleast 1:30 every day.
Yes, thats right. You heard correctly; I'm a highschool drop out. After you go through what I've been through, you learn that there are more important things you could be doing aside from sitting in classroom for 8 hours a day 5 days a week.
Now I'm not trying to say that my life is horrible, becauseas soon as you get that 'i have the worst life ever' attitude, some guy comes along with problems bigger and harsher than yours and makes you look likea complete douchbag for bitching about your bullshit excuse for troubled life. Your gonna have to excuse my sailors mouth.
Im not saying that my life is easy either. I've got problems no doubt about that. Problems that no 16 year old should have to go through. But what doesnt kill you only makes you stronger right? Thats how I like to see things. Everything I've ever accomplished with some sort of difficulty, has turned me into the man I am today...the father that I am today.
You see...8 months ago my ex-grilfriend gave birth to my beautiful baby girl, Grace. 7 months ago, she left and took Grace with her, and 3 months ago she shows upon my door step with no place else to go. I took her in because after all, she is the mother of my child. 9 days ago, she disappeared with no warning. No trace. No letter. Nothing. Leaving me alone to take care of the daughter I've only known for 3 months.
Well I guess im not entirely alone. I still live at home with my mother, whom I mentioned earlier, Laney. My father was in and out of prison for various crimes until i was 6. He played father for two years, and when I was 8 he decided that he didnt want a family anymore so he walked out on us. I havent seen or heard from him since.
Me an my mom have had a really rough couple of years. She blames me for my dad walking out. She's never said why, just that its my fault. So, like everything else, I've learned to deal with it.
I guess now that you know a little about my life, you should probably get to know a little about ME, and about what seems to be, the source of all my problems. My name is Alex. I'm 16 and I'm no ordinary teenage boy. In fact, I'm not even a boy...I'm a wolf.