The Unloved

I am lonely. My parents are always arguing and I am left to take care of my little brother. All the other girls laugh at me, none of the guys look twice at me, and the teachers don’t talk to me. I eat alone, walk alone, and I cry alone

I do all of my assignments and I have a 4.0 G.P.A. My life wasn’t always like this I used to be the captain of the cheerleading squad and I had friends that were always their for me and that loved me. I lost every thing one night after driving home from a party drunk. I hit a little boy who was walking home from a friends house, I put him in the hospital for a week. After that I became a nothing, no one wants to talk to me. Why should they? No matter what I do I can’t get out of my head the image of the seven year old boy covered in blood. My only friend is my little brother, unless you count my dog but he sleeps most of the day.

I am now a senior in high school and I am going to graduate. I only wish that my parents would be there, but they both have work and so it’s my grandparents, little brother and myself. I was surprised to see my grand parents. After what I did they haven’t come around much. At the graduation I start to sweat. I hear clapping for every one called up so far. I am next, they call me but on my way out I hear the one thing I would have never expected, there are people clapping and chanting my name I look out and my heart stops. There, in the front row, is the little boy that I had hit sitting with his family. I start to cry. I thank every one who made my graduation possible and it was a small list.