MY NAME IS WEIRD

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Weird is my name

I'm Hadrian. I love reading books, I can read books the whole day without getting bored. People hate me, they say I'm weird. There's nothing worse for me than having to hang out with "normal" people for the whole day. I hate phone calls. I hate talking when people are around. I can't stand clubs, I hate dancing or should I say I don't really know how to.

I don't have circle of friends except my dog named Adan and I don't care at all. All I cared about is my books. My books are like treasures to me, they're my most prized possession. I keep my books in my cabinet my mom brought me from a weird store downtown. When I say weird, I say amazingly weird! And it's a good thing. A very good thing.

When I read books, I always feel the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. The feeling I want for the rest of my life, felicity.It allows me to experience multiple realities. Reading helps me remember at the same time it helps me forget. Forget about all the stress in my life, It kinda gives my mind a safe place to rest until I regain the strength I need to overcome my obstacles. I read books primarily to grow, learn and feed my curiosities. Because I'm curious about everything under the sun. I'm curious about people. I'm curious about myself. Why am I different?

When I was born, my dad and mom were very young. They were party goers, and addicted on alcoholic drinks and drugs. As I begun to grow up, I spent most of my time on books. Books are my greatest escape from reality.I have this Inherited cancer and I have only two days to live. Two days! Sometimes I wish my life would become shorter for me to escape this life. That feeling when I don't want to wake up anymore. Seeing my mom and dad fight everynight and this situation I have made me question God. There was a time in my childhood when I believed that God is punishing me because of my parent's fault. What have I done wrong? Why did God let me experience this kind of life?

When I was in elementary school, during those years I grew much taller than most of my peers but in our class seat plan way back then, I used to sit infront because my eyesight wasn't clear. I was bullied and I was weak. I never mentioned anything about my mom or my dad about my days at school up until now. I never opened anything personal about my parents because they will blame me from everything anyway. They never listened. They never gave me time all because for them I was nothing.

My mom was on the couch sleeping, holding a bottle of Andy Player with our tv turned on. I did not wake my mom up because for sure she stayed up late partying again last night. I made myself a vegetable salad for breakfast and rushed myself in the bathroom. I turned on the shower. As the water from the shower pours down into my head down to my feet, my tears started to fall down as well. "I'm so tired of being tired. I want to be loved. Loved by my parents, loved by my classmates, loved by everyone! Not treated as nothing and bullied. I feel like I'm drowning into a deep ocean forever. I'm starting to forget what love is..."

I continued crying until I'm done taking a bath. It took me 30 minutes inside the bathroom not realizing that I still have class. I dressed up and walked straight outside our house and waited for several minutes for a tricycle to cross by. It seemed to take forever, but finally!

On my way to school...

"Hey weirdo!"

I peek around the door and It's Xander. He is known for being a bully, He is wearing a V-neck sweater in a brilliant blue and stone-colored khakis. He tapped my back and ran.

I continued walking... everyone's looking at me while laughing.

I let out a relieved sigh and sag against my locker. "Why was everybody looking at me like that ?"

I stood up and continued walking when...

"kriing kriing kriing!"

Oh it's already 8:00 and It's time for class.