Ugh. Monday's. Everyone hates Monday's. It's full of nothing but disappointment."Like my life since this summer," I thought to myself.This summer I moved in with my uncle and aunt in Florida when my parents got in a car crash and were killed. Of course, by a drunk driver.I don't like it here, but maybe that's just cause of my uncle and aunt. They don't care about me at all. And I'm not just exaggerating... they really don't care. They only took me in cause they were told to, and they were also told to enroll me in school for my senior year.They only feed me and provide the essentials. They never talk to me unless they have to and if I ask to go out of the house their only reply is, " Be back before midnight or we'll beat you. "They aren't abusive though, they have never laid a finger on me before. They always just leave me be. I don't think they'll actually beat me... right?On to the topic about school. My first day of high school is t

When I got home I started on the math homework. There's supposed to be a test on Wednesday of what they've been learning, but since I just got here, the teacher said I didn't have to take it. I still want to, I don't want to sit there being bored the entire block with nothing to do. What they've been learning so far is pretty easy so I'm sure I'll ace it.When I do homework, read, or study, I like to listen to music. Pop music is my favorite, though I do like some rock music and a few country songs.I love the bands Fall Out Boy, Twenty One Pilots, Panic! At the Disco, and Maroon 5. I'm looking into listening to My Chemical Romance.Yes I am a band geek, don't judge me.I mostly just listen to bands then actual singers. My friends back in Ohio used to say I was a little emo because I'd listen to that kind of music but I don't care.Right now I'm jamming to the song " Wilson ( Expensive Mistakes ) " by Fall Out Boy. FOB just came out with a new album and

It's been a month since I had started school and so far so good. I have all A's for my grades except for my grade in Honors English, I have a B+. And also I haven't spoken a word to Sean.He tried to talk to me my first week a lot and now it's just like he's giving me space. Which I'm thankful for, I don't even know him. He might just want me for my looks... no wonder he looked at me that way in front of the class on my first day. That's how this all started.I've been ignoring the fact that every time he brushes past me on accident or our arms touch when we are working I feel little sparks.It's all in my head. I'm trying to convince myself of that but it's like he feels it too. He smiles at me when he thinks I'm not looking, it's just all too strange for me. Does he have a crush on me? Maybe I should at least be friends with the dude. I feel bad.As for Michael and Makayla we have became really close. Makayla and me more so, we text everyday just like me an

M.....Please let go. " I breathed out. My arm still hurts from this morning when my uncle bruised my arm and he's making it hurt worse.He saw the bruises on my wrists and a hint of confusion tinted his eyes. He pulled my sleeve up and found the bruises. He smirked, " Got in some trouble earlier didn't you? "" That's none of your business. " I snapped at him, it's really none of his business. If he wanted to have a chat he could let me go, wait scratch that. If he let me go I'd run.I hadn't had much of a chance to look at his eyes much but they're turning a reddish color.. I didn't think eyes could turn red. My eyes turn gray when I'm sad and have hints of green when I'm excited or really happy." I see-.. " he starts saying something but I cut him off,

I wake up to a loud crash downstairs. I hurriedly ripped the covers off of me and ran down stairs to inspect the noise. I look around and quickly walk around the house to find my uncle. He's not in the living room, not in the kitchen... his office.I walk to his office and there he was. He laid on the floor with papers surrounding him. He must have fallen while trying to get something off of his shelf. He broke a vase my aunt made in the process. Great... he's going to be pissed.He looked up at me and picked himself off of the ground. " You're up, " he slurred, " make me some breakfast. "12It hurts to see him drunk everyday now. Yesterday and now today he started his day drunk. I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge. I look into the emptiness and yell to my uncle, " You need to go to the store today! " Saturday's his ' Grocery ' day.He walks into the room, " What did you say? " he says in an angry tone." Uhh.. there's nothing in here to eat. " I