I ride in casually on my scooter, just to be stopped once again by Mr Schu. I know what's coming next: "You can't do that! You can't be like that! Do better! Stop being a child! Grow up!" Or an adaptation of the list. Sometimes, Jake wants to run far, far away from this life, but there's one thing that makes him want to say. I know what you're thinking: The chicks. Yes, that's true but there's one particular one for me. Marley. She's fairly tall with long brown hair and blue eyes. She's funny, kind, considerate and kinda as sexy as hell. We're the same person, trying to make an effort to be noticed and excepted. But she's actually trying to fit in, while I'm pushing others away. They just aggravate me and make me want to do something I'll pretend not to regret. But really, it kills. My mum's trying her hardest but not pulling through and I'm here on my ass. It makes me feel awful, but I can't change like other trainwrecks like me can. I don't have the courage, not... not like my brother. He graduated before I transferred but, of course, I know who he is. He's badass. But I don't tell anyone about my brother, 'cause I'm not him. I'm not my brother, I'm me.