Here I am.

Here I am again, our school has the day off. My names Allyn Smisson. I'm a freshman and trust me highschool is living hell. I'm still breathing, I can feel it but nothing's right. My friends I was talking about earlier, they're pale, never eat, and are either ugly or as beautiful as can be. They don't have an inbetween. They're like zombies except they aren't. Every one at my school has a tan besides me and... those "friends". We barely know eachother. At least I have some one. I don't get why we even have the cliques. All they do is abuse the other cliques. Even the nerds try to throw terrible comments at the others, of course it never gets much farther than saying they're a test tube that exploded with some random chemicals in it.... So I think we get that I'm miserable. I'm like a chick freak out but I'm a guy and its not just a moment of freaking out its the whole life. I think my favorite bands Paramore or Bullet for my valentine. Oh, I have to go my mothers yelling at me. Oh and my dad's an addict in rehab. My brother got shot. And my town's never safe.