At a small school there is a teenage boy, this boy was always different from every one else, what he wore, how he acted and talked to certain people, what he watched, what he listened to, compared to every one else he was a strange boy. His life is filled with sadness and pain, no body will ever understand. it's the same thing every day, he wakes up alone, the time he might be calm and to himself seeing as his jobless parents are always drunk and hung over, he stands out side in the cold waiting for his bus to pick him up.
Even though he is alone he still frustrates him self just thinking of all the people who bug him and make funny of him which he knows will already happen. Every day of his life is hell. He watches the bus arrive and come to a screeching halt at the end of his drive he can see all of the popular kids in the back just stare and talking about him. as he walks on all the little kids in the front of the bus are screaming as usual, he walks to the middle of the bus and sits down in one of the empty seats. as he sits there he stares out of the window trying to hide his emotions. half the kids that sit in the back where throwing stuff like paper balls, pencils and whatever just to get his temper high. you see this kid can get very angry and very quickly, all of the kids think it's funny to watch him explode in a mental and emotional melt down. The boy screams at them which they slowly sit back look away for a second and continue to laugh. The boy cannot help but bury his face in his coat and cry.
At school he sits in one of the library chairs and just says to himself over and over to himself "why does every one hate?" "do even have a purpose in this world?" this boy has enough stress already from the kids and that stress causes him to lose concentration and he fails his classes. The boy is always depressed and often tries to commit suicide, after the torture of school he sits in his room crying, but his parents can't here over there own drunken fight. The boy grabs a video game cord and wraps it around his neck, he pulls with force until he gasps for air but he couldn't do it, he releases the cord and continues to cry thinking about how he can't even kill himself. Just knowing that he wouldn't have the guts to kill himself made him cry because he knew he would just have to live threw this shit hole people call a life. He has seen school counselors but there isn't much they do all they do is say "Oh just ignore it it." The kid has had enough, his father has a gun room he special made to put all of his pistols and rifles. The boy grabbed one and took it with him to school. The boy had written a letter:
If any one even cares to read this then I have finely
tredged up the strength and courage to put my self out
of my misery and this is going out to all of the ass holes
who had bring this upon me, not one person could except
me for who i am, not only the people who caused this but
to the teachers who didn't bother to notice how bad my problem
was. well this is my final saying to all of the teachers, try to ignore
me on your conscience for the rest of your life. To every one else
ROT IN HELL!!!
The Teenage Boy
