High school had always been rough on me.
I've never really fit in. But I knew most people didn't.
And since high school had been rough for me from the beginning, changing high schools was the definition of torture. I only had one year to go and it was my ex dad's fault. He left my mother and I. I blamed every single ounce of misery on him.
He was a big hot shot lawyer and had run off with his secretary. Every time I had visited him at the office i noticed the way they would look at each other. The way their hands would slightly brush when she handed him things. You would have had to be an i***t not to see it. I knew it was only a matter of time.
My heart broke for my mother and I didn't have the balls to tell her. He was breaking my heart in the process as well. I had always thought
