Cameron Webster~ Alone. Pain. Tired. Trapped. On repeat. All day every day. I scream. And I cry, I cry for them to hear me. I beg for them to. They never do. I need help. I need someone's help, but they don't believe me. They never do. I'm useless, they say. I'm broken, they say. No one will ever love me, and they're right. Then the biggest thing happens yet. I move. To a boarder school. My mom says she "can't deal with you anymore. Cameron you're this whole package and I- Steve and I just can't deal with all of that" "maybe that's why your dad left- because of you. You pathetic, worthless, piece of crap" Steve my mom's soon to be new husband says. Mom doesn't say anything. She never does. She doesn't stand up for me. She lets him hurt me. I turn away to cry, before spitting out "I hate you" to her face. A hard slap lands on my face. I wince. I'm moving. They don't believe me, (in the future) but I just wish he could. He helps me. He doesn't know he does, but he does. His smile. His laughter. His eyes. But I don't exist in his world. I'm quiet. I put on a smile, I stick my nose into every book I can. Just to escape from this pain. This everything. He plays hockey. Hockey makes me feel better. It makes me remember. I miss my dad. But I'm invisible, to him. So I sit here alone. Alexander Sinclair~ Laughter. Nervous. Pride. Happiness. I'm head captain for our hockey team. And I'm the QB for our school football team. Boarding school. Lee Trinity's school for the troubled. The boys corridor to the right, and the pristine bitche- cough I mean the girls to the left everyone here is so damn fake. That you could pop the girls boobs with a push pin, and deflate the boys dicks. But not her. That's why I am walking out here. In the fucking freezing snow. Inhaling the smell of those strawberry's and the beach. I see the most breathtaking thing... the girl who became my roommate. Cameron.