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So hey guys, as I promised, I'm updating.

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Carson's POV

"Carson!" my father screamed as I ran down the street on the way to school. I had just managed to escape the house and my father's usual morning beatings. I never knew what I did in the mornings, but I did know it was my fault - it always was. I stopped running and looked over my shoulder. My father wasn't chasing me - he had too much again, so much that he'd probably pass out on our front porch. You're probably wondering how we're even making a living, well it's kind of complicated. My father is a workaholic, when he's not home harming me, and in order to keep myself alive, I work at this small coffee shop out of town. I chose the venue because it would spare me the embarrassment of being caught dead working and it would mean that I was far away from my father.

My boss was an elderly woman with the name Amanda. She was sweet, like a mother to me. She tried to get to know me better each day I arrived since she considered me her son because she couldn't have any children. She knew almost everything about me, well except about my father - she'll never know about that, no one will. She does ask about my frequent bruises, cuts and grazes, but each time I just tell her I'm being bullied, which is partly true.

I worked every Monday, Tuesday, Wednsday and Thursday, but I'm thinking about changing Thursday to a Friday plus more hours so that I can avoid being forced into going to any kind of teenage, out of control and wild party that I was always expected to attend because of my title at school. I work for round about 2 hours, sometimes more for extra cash, but I still have my school life to take care of. I tried to complete my homework, but I never get it done because I'm either working late or fighting for my life.

Great life I'm leading...

I finally reached the school's parking lot and realised I was the first one there. "Well, this is a first." I said to myself. I looked around the diserted parking lot. It reminded me a lot of my heart; empty, dry and cold. No love to share, because I guess I've forgotten how to love. I'm an empty soul, in the shape of an angel. I hate how fake I feel; I feel as though I make Ken and Barbie look real. "Excuse me, you're in my way." a feminine voice sqeaked behind me. I turned around to see Jenevieve Wilson, the annoying girl from homeroom.

"What?" I snapped rudely, squinting my eyes at her. I hated girls in general, but this girl was getting on my nerves. "Are you suffering from a chemical imbalance or is it just an attitude problem? I can't get to the door." she snapped back coldly. I smirked. "Oh, my bad, but I'm not moving so you might at as well get some exercise and walk the long way." I said and turned the other way, showing her my back. She scoffed at me and stomped off. I kept the smirk plastered on my lips and I walked into the school building towards my locker. Why do females exist, all they do is talk, complain and make more annoying and unecessary idiots?

I don't date, I dont' do girls, and I don't believe in love; I despise people who fall in love. I hate love and that's never going to change. Love is unecessary and a complete distraction from the way of life. I wish the girls in this school would all just leave me alone. Mother always told me that when I found the right one, that I should make it happen. Love is overrated. It's basically another scam made by a business to sell those revolting little gift cards and roses on Valentine's Day. Love is cruel, because it brings more people in the cold, lifeless planet. Love is delusional, because once you're in it, you start to see the world as a better place, and the world will never change for the better.

I skipped homeroom this morning, to avoid Jenevieve of course, and went straight to English. I had gone to my locker and bought myself some food from the vending machine since I obviously didn't have time this morning. Besides, homeroom was a waste of time. I sat down in my usual seat at the back of the classroom, closest to the window. I pulled Romeo and Juliet out of my bag and tossed it onto my desk. We were unfortunatley studying the idiotic, unrealistic story in English. Soon enough, Mrs Bernstein walked into the class, a trail of students following behind her. I knew I was breaking the school rules by being inside the classroom without a teacher, but I was known as a rebel so it's fine by me.

"Mr Henderson, who gave you permission to enter my classroom?" she asked as she walked up to her desk. "I gave myself permission." I growed at her. She scowled at me and turned to her board and started writing her name on it. Honestly, we all know her name. She's pretty old, maybe she puts it up there to remind herself of who she is. I chuckled at the thought. "Dude," I heard Adam exclaim and sit beside me, Ethan next to him. "Hey guys," I said and yawned before I could stop it. Ethan chuckled. "Late night?" he asked. I nodded. Adam shook his head. "We have a game coming up, you can't slack on us, man, get some sleep." Adam said, before Mrs Bernstein interrupted us with her boring chatter.

I zoned out as she babbled on and on about some weird guy with a foreign name that I didn't care about. I thought about my mother as I looked out of the window at the flower bed. She loved working in our garden. She was such a beautiful woman. She had wavy, chocolate brown hair, which I inherited, and bright blue eyes, her complexion was pale, but she had red rosey cheeks. I loved her with all of my heart, even if I didn't admit it, but my heart broke the day she died, never to be fixed.

"Mr Henderson, what do you think?" Mrs Bernstein asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts and back into her horrid classroom. I smiled sweetly, too sweetly. "What do I think about what, Mrs Bernstein?" I asked her. She sighed. "The characters, the story line, what do you think about Romeo and Juliet?" she asked me. I sighed then smirked. "Well, considering that it was a 3 day relationship between a 13-year-old and a 17-year-old that caused 6 deaths, I'm going to have to say that I don't think much of it." I said smoothly. The students erupted into snickers while Mrs Bernstein's face turned red.

"I really don't see the use of studying this random book for old cat ladies with no love life if we can just write that down, Mrs." Adam said loudly beside me. The students were laughing now. "I am married!" Mrs Bernstein exclaimed. I smirked. "Oh, but you considered yourself part of that category?" I questioned. "Your poor husband..." Ethan snickered beside us, but it was loud enough for the entire class to hear. Laughter erupted even louder than before. Mrs Bernstein stood there, completely dumbfounded, but for her luck the bell rang. We all got up and walked toward the door.

"Ah, Mr Henderson, I'd like to speak with you for a moment, please?" she asked walking toward me. I rolled my eyes and said goodbye to the guys. "What fossil?" I snapped at her. She's just another female. I thought. She gapped at me, but closed her mouth soon after. "Now, I know your mother's death was a big blow to you, but that is no excuse for your bad behaviour since the event. Have you seen a counsellor?" she asked me. My eyes turned ice cold as my body stiffened. No one had dared to ever bring up my mother since the incident. I wasn't prepared for this. "Why would you think I'd need a pity-filled shrink, the idiot people who make you pay them to use their ears? And I think I might've told you before on a different occasion, it's none of your business and it's not your job to bring my mother up, okay?" I snapped at her, not caring for the consequences. She was shocked at my reaction.

"Now Mr Henderson, with that tone of voice, you might even land yourself in detention. I would be more careful if I were you." she raised her voice. "I couldn't care less." I said and turned around to leave. "Should I go to Mr Bark about this?" she yelled at me, alerting all of the students still lingering in the hallways. I smirked. "Sure, be my guest. Maybe then you could pass on the little message I gave you a second ago, if your age isn't getting the best of you, you might actually remember without having to write it on the board." I said rudely. "Goodbye, Mrs Bernstein."

I walked out of the classroom and toward Biology. I saw some random girl running down the passage. She's probably late. I was turning the corner when I bumped into someone - another girl. "Oh, uh, hi." she said awkwardly. I grimaced at the contact. She avoided eye contact with me. "I was trying to catch up with my friend, she took the wrong folder." she explained holding up a pink folder. I grimaced again, this time at the colour. "Like I care, you shouldn't be running anyway." I said, pushing past her and continuing my walk to Mr Riley's classroom. I heard her scoff, but ignored her.

I reached Mr Riley's door and knocked, opening the door straight afterwards. Mr Riley must've been in the middle of a class, because he was standing in the front of the classroom pointing at a picture of the human kidney. Why did I take Bio again? I asked myself as I closed the door, but something hindered it from closing. I turned around to see the same girl I bumped into earlier. "Ugh, not you again." she mumbled. I smirked at her response. "Ah, Mr Carson Henderson and Ms Heather Morris, wonderful to see you arrive in my classroom a whole ten minutes late!" he yelled. Did I mention that he's also the gym teacher? "Pleasure sir," I said before I could take it back. "Provide a reason for this please, or should I guess?" he asked. I smirked. "Go ahead." I said.

Mr Riley scowled at me then spoke, "Well, my personal opinion would consist of you smoking at the back of the school or crying in the bathroom, but my realistic opinion would consist of you holding up Ms Heather Morris here, probably trying to flirt with her." he said, seemly proud of his response. I laughed. "Well Mr Whiney, just because you do those things, doesn't mean I do. Besides, Ms Pompis Gorris over here, isn't my type." I said and walked past both of them and sat down in my usual seat. Just as I left Mrs Bernstein dumbfounded, I seemed to have repeated the process with Mr Whiney and Ms Pompis Gorris.

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Soon enough school was over. The day played out just as I thought it would, with girls staring at me, friends making trouble and old teachers bugging me all day long. It was now time to go to work. I was happy about it though, I really liked Amanda, she's the only female I can stand, only because she is very much like my mother. I took the local bus a few blocks away from school. I stared out of the window as everything around me blurred as the bus picked up speed. An hour later, I arrived at The Old Times Cafe on the corner of Jordan Street. I walked inside, everyone was smiling at me and I even smiled back. This place was more of a home than my actual home was. The people here were so sweet, but I still had a hatred thing for all of the women here, but less than in my home town. The people here were all like my mother, they had her free spirit.

"Ah Carson, there you are! Your uniform's in the back, I'll see you in 5." Joe, my co-worker, said as he went to deliver a plate of spaghetti to table 6. I quickly rushed into the back, changed and walked into the kitchen. "Here, start by serving these three meals to tables 4, 9, and 2." he said and pointed to which meal belonged to which table. I nodded and walked toward them.

The first was a father and a daughter, I'm guessing, sitting in a booth. Table 9. They smiled at me then dug into the waffle they were sharing. I smiled back, despite the stinging feeling in my heart, and walked to the next table, table 4. Two business men occupied that table, speaking over coffee. I walked up to them and placed the food beside their computers. "Thank you, Carson." the one man said, reading my name tag. I smiled. "No problem, gentlemen." I said and walked toward the last table. I arrived at table 2 and saw that a young girl, around my age, sat there behind a book. I sighed. Let's get this over with. I walked up to her and tapped on the book covering her face. She quickly put the book down and looked at me, smiling. "Thank you," she said quietly. I gave her a small smile, which hurt to do, and walked away.

She was sweet, but she was still a girl. Don't get me wrong, I've always loved being around girls. I just felt that the only woman who would ever be in my life was my mother, and only my mother. I'm not dating material anyway. Deep down, I want someone to take care of me, but of course since I'm a guy, the world seemed to reject the idea of a man being taken care of and instead ticked the box that was marked, Men work, women get taken care of.

I walked into the kicthen to see Joe looking at me, a smirk playing on his lips. "Her name's Daisy Mildred, she just moved here from California." he told me. "Do you keep tabs on all the girls that enter this cafe?" I asked him. He smiled. "Not entirely," he said. I rolled my eyes and walked into the back of kicthen, where you collect the meals. "You have a girlfriend, Joe." I said. He laughed. "Just looking out for my single friends." I picked up two plates before Joe spoke again. "She looked interested, dude." he whispered. I shook my head. "Well, I'm not." I said, walking toward the door. "Oh, you have a girlfriend?" he asked. I kept a blank expression. "I don't date, it isn't my scene." I said before leaving Joe alone in the kithen and walked toward table 7.

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