Goodnight, Angel

It started in the summer. With the hot humid sun staring down at me. I waited for the bus, away from everyone else. The other students at Fletcher didn't understand me. They made fun of my old vans, my pale skin, my knock off book bag. I was just one giant joke for them. I might as well have had a giant target painted on my pack.

Ever since day one, I've had zero friends, and absolutely no one to understand me. Not since mom. Sometimes I imagined my life with her in it. I kept dreaming she would come back, just for me. We would drive to mexico city, take a boat to australia. She loved it there. But I was only kidding myself.