Wednesday, October 2, 2019
Underneath My Skin - Original Writing :: Papers
 Underneath My Skin - Original Writing            I am 15 years old, and I hate my life. My parents     are dead, I have no friends, I get bullied every day, and the worst of     it is that I can't do anything about it. I now live in Omaha, Nebraska     with my aunt, Patrice, who just made 21 and is never home. She is my     last living relative.       At school this kid named Brian messes me all the time. I never fight     back because I'm just peaceful like that. I get good grades (I have     nothing else to do with my spare time except homework). I earn my own     money by playing craps behind the school with loaded dice. That's why     I don't have any friends.       So I was walking home and here comes Brian with his sidekick Jim.     Brian says, "Hey punk how's it goin'?" Then Jim says, "Yeah punk." I     say, "I'm doing fine." "Gimme all your money, or my fist and your face     will become good friends." Then he pushes me. All of a sudden,     something came over and I just start wailing on the guy. I get up,     look at Jim and say, "You want some of this?" He stands there in fear     for a while and runs away. The rest of the way home I kept thinking     about what happened, thinking about what came over me. In the middle     of deep thought, I heard a voice say, "It was me." I looked around and     no one was there. So I blew it off and went on home.       I got home, laid on my bed still thinking about what happened. There     was that voice again, "It was meà ¢Ã¢â ¬Ã ¦. Makius." Now I knew something was     up. "Who's there?" I said. "You don't know me but I know you very     well," said the voice. "You know me," I said. The voice then said,     "Yes, I know about the time when someone tripped you and everyone     laughed. I know about the time when some bully stole your shoes, and     wore them the next day.  					    
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