Alex pov

I trudged along the dirt road, kicking loose pebbles. I had my hands stuffed in my hoddie pockets, and the cuffs of my jeans that are to big, under my shoes yet again. My hair in my face, and a sigh escaping my mouth. I could see my breath in the air, since it was really cold outside. I liked to walk on this road alot, it makes me calm. Im here today, because a few kids at my school were picking on me. They did this everyday, i would be minding my own business, fiddling with my book bag straps, then he would come. He'd call me hamilshit, push me around while i stay silent, and call me names.

And loser was one of them.

They would say it everday. And i don't know why, but it hurts me everytime. Jefferson doesn't know my life. He thinks loser means nerdy, and geeky. But to me, it means failure. I've lost everyone in my life. There isn't a day that goes by that i don't think.of my mom. I wished she was here. I would hug her and she would tell me everything would be all right.

A small tear escapes my eye. Oh how i wish i had some one to hug right now... I walk over to my favorite spot, its near a small lake and sometimes I'll see turltes swimming around and I'll chase them in the water. I smile to myself, and i walk on over there. I sit down, and i gaze at the calm water. I see fish swimming. I feel a slight breeze fill the air. It makes the leaves of the tress flutter. I shiver, and hug my hoodie. I sit criss cross, and i listen to the sounds of nature. I love this time of day, when the sun is slightly shining, and the sky is filled with oranges and pinks swirled together, my favorite turtle named bob is laying on a rock sleeping.

I sit there for who knows how long, and i cheak the time. Its 7:00. My eyes go wide and i sprung up. I live at the orphanage, and curfew is in 15 mins. I sprint on the dirt road, kicking up dust and rocks. I can't be late again! I've been late 3 times already and if i am again, they'll punish me. Im not in the mood for cleaning up the bathrooms eathier...

I rush up to the door, and i open it to see miss Mila tapping her foot.

"And where have you've been this time mister hamilton?" She says sourly. "I was just walking..." I say under my breath. Miss mila is not very nice. She is strict, and snoopy. She likes to know what everyone is doing, and where they are or were, at.

"Next time, be on time. Or its cleaning the bathrooms next time for you hamilton." She snarled and walked away. I let out a breath i didn't even know i was holding, and i went into my room. I sit on my creaky bed, and pull out my journal. I keep it hidden under a broken borad in the floor, so Miss mila can't find it. I flip to a clean page, and start writing.

November 18th, 1990

Im what you call, "the loser kid."to some people i know.

Comment if ya want a part 2 of this.

-hiL