Jeremy's pov

I run from school as fast as I can, hearing the shouts and insults from the kids behind me. I run faster as objects like rocks and books starts getting throw at me. I run down a alleyway and hide behind a trash can. I hear the voices if the kids that where chasing me as they search the alley. After a while they give up and leave. I get out from behind the trashcan , breathing heavily. If you couldn't tell I wasn't very popular at school. I was know as a 'invisible'. One of the kids that no one knew. Even teachers would ask who I was. The people chasing me where the big kids. All if them are bigger and older than me. So imagine a scrawny 17 year old being chased by 18 and 19 year olds down a street. Every day. Must look pretty funny. Today I was lucky. They didn't catch me. But the names they had called me stung. When I was little my mom would promise that what they called me wasn't true. Now mom was with the angles. Where she belongs. She had died of cancer when I was six. I remember it like it happened yesterday..

"Mommy. Why are you bald" I ask, tugging at her blanket in the hospital bed. "Because I took a medicine. I'm not very pretty anymore am i?" Mom says with a weak chuckle. "You'll always be pretty mommy" I promise. "Jeremy. Take my hand" I do as my mother tells me. "I love you Jeremy. Remember that" Mom says, holding my hand tightly. "I love you too mommy. But why do I have to remember when you always tell me?" I ask, confused. "Because I'm not going to be around to tell you anymore. I love you, my little angle" her voice was weak. "I love you to mommy. But why won't you be around anymore?... mommy? Mom?!

I remember doctors rushing me out of the room as I screamed and cried. After my mother's death everything got worse. My dad would get drunk. He started beating me after a few weeks without mom. But I couldn't blame him. I was worthless. When I get home I go inside slowly. I see my dad pasted out on the coach. I sneak past the living room and down the hall to my room. As soon as I get in my room I shut the door and lock it. Then I break down and cry. Why do I have to live like this?....

HOLY FEALS! SAD! Man this went by fast(:V)