Revenge
I can’t accept that Kenny’s dead and everyone’s walking around like it’s nothing, but I do accept that this is the life I’m meant to have. It was stupid of me to believe otherwise. I’m not meant to have more than this. Accomplish more than this. Mr. Bulford, Jason, and everyone else can buy into that American Dream crap if they want to. They don’t know what it’s like to struggle. To go hungry. To want something so badly that all you can do is play it off like you never really wanted it in the first place, when the truth is you think about it all of the time.
Forget the scholarship. Forget Michigan altogether. I haven’t heard from them, which means it’s not gonna happen. It’s alright though, because disappointment is a familiar feeling. I could be as careful as I want. I can be as
