One In A Million

Time went by and I had wrote nearly 3 chapters to my new story, 'Hmm I wonder what I could do now instead of this' I thought to myself, I saved my work and turned 'Three Days Grace-Animal I Have Become' off on youtube. My mum sped past my door and into her room, she must be going to do her normal things she does in the day, read the paper, text people, watch TV, that kind of thing,

"Something to eat I think" I said to myself as I pulled myself off my chair and out my room,

my dad pushed past me not saying excuse me or sorry, 'Idiot' I thought to myself as I slumped downstairs. To cut it short I had problems, I was always thinking about things, I always helped other people, made their problems my priority and left mine completely, I wanted everyone else to be happy and smiling so then I would start on my own problems. When things got too bad I would do something stupid, I would relieve myself with attacking at my arm with scissors 'Yes I cut sorry if no one likes that' the pain would wipe away all my other problems for about 10 minutes and then they would all start again. I didn't like my parents, for starters they knew that them kissing or hugging infront of me hurt it hurt alot and they acted like nothing mattered, I've been bullied quiet alot in my life and have had people judge me on how I look and how I act around new people, if they knew me they would know I'm nothing like what they call me or say about me,

"Yep long day this is going to be" I whispered to myself,

in the kitchen I grabbed a packet of crisps and a chocolate bar 'Not very healthy but it would do for now' I took them back upstairs into my room and started on my story again turning youtube on again.