My story? Pg 11

Fall had finally come and I had to go to school. First year of highschool and I had no friends but damn those girls were cute. There were so many! I ate lunch alone for a while. Band class was where I met my first friends. Two sophomore girls H and A. They were both cute, super nice and bubbly. I hung around them and eventually I was absorbed into their group. A freshman at a sophomore table. I definitely felt good. I eventually got comfortable at this school and went to my same old joker antics. I made friends with everyone. From every group. And my grades went horrible. Except for math which I constantly got E’s things at home got better. But after a while. I kinda understood why my mom didn’t really like my dad. He was a joker too. But he was always demeaning. Saying shit that made ya feel bad. Like “your going to eat all that?” And “maybe you should run more” shit like that all the time. It really got on my nerves.  But i could take it. He was one of those short, wirey fuckers, thought he was top shit. Always puffed up. But everyone else on his side of the family knew he was all talk 😂