::Money Can't Buy Happiness::

I sat staring at the screen of my computer, it was the end of some story I had fallowed written by a kid my age with too much time I was slightly glad that I had finally finished the dammed thing, and it was hard to think I was a kind human being online and the cruelest bitch in life.  I blew the reminder of a cigarette smoke out of my mouth and put out the bud and ash the tray.  And hid it out of sight.   

Foot steps approached my room I looked over and smelled the air it smelled like candle good I mentally smiled thanking the lord for over powering scented candles.  My door blew open

“Oh my god honey your grade came In their wonderful!!!”

“Oh that’s great mom!” I smiled with fool’s gold for enthusiasm.  “Mom since I did so well may I go out with my friends on Friday night?”

“Where to honey?”

“Just a dance.”  What should I have said or a rave were we can meet boys get high and drunk in the same night? I didn’t think I would have gone over well…

“Alright just stay with your friends!!!” and with that she left
closing the door behind her.  what a waste…   I stood up and grabbed another smoke from my desk drawer maybe I could leave it all?  I sat back down on my bed pulling ash tray out and lit it up again.  Being a strait A student with the world for her taking made life a bore.  No one liked you no one wanted you.  Your just the one with the grades, a happy family, and big money.  Or at least a picture perfect one it didn’t need to be happy just look like.

A brother in juvi that no one breathed his name was happy? A mom who took anti depression pills and really was ‘happy’ a surreal fake Barbie kind of happy I suppose .  And a dad who well was really there and that was why you had made it so long but now that he had left not being able to stand it anymore and your mother was fighting for custody rights made it very hard to keep going… and if I ran to him he would being the good man he was that he might still be if he’s still breathing “tell you to go home and either take you himself or call your mother.  Life sucked it didn’t blow it sucked.  

My phone went off I smiled it was a boy who was going to be at the rave or so I had hoped he went to my school it was nice to think there was someone who wanted to be around me.  But when that night came I found out he want my body not me… purple hair black nails, yeah I was a real looker.   He never made t home that night he did make it the hospital but never home.  

I walked home greeted my mom to the best of my drunken abilities. And went to bed.  what a waste I spent the rest of my life growing up and not becoming successful my mother still blame dad to this day the reason why I’m gone is his fault he says yes it is cause he left and didn’t take me he’s right I think, but now I spend my day hunting and killing other freaks like me.  

“That’s such a sad story.”

“Money can’t buy happiness.”

“Sure can’t honey but it can by you another round?”  the bar tender smiled down at me and offered me another one he wouldn’t charge me though I lived here

“Hey kid why do you fallow me around?  You know I kill your kind…”