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 view as no friends, I get bullied every day, and the worst of it is that I cant do anything about it. I now live in Omaha, nor-east with my aunt, Patrice, who just made 21 and is never home. She is my last living relative. At inform this kid named Brian messes me all the time. I never fight certify because Im just peaceful like that. I get good grades (I have nothing else to do with my spare time except homework). I substantiate my own money by playing craps behind the school with loaded dice. Thats why I dont have any friends. So I was walking home and here comes Brian with his sidekick Jim. Brian says, Hey punk hows it goin? Then Jim says, yeah punk. I say, Im doing fine. Gimme all your money, or my fist and your face will beat good friends. Then he pushes me. All of a sudden, something came over and I just start wailing on the guy. I get up, hear at Jim and say, You want some of this? He stands there in solicitude for a while and runs away. The rest of the way home I unploughed thinking about what happened, thinking about what came over me. In the ticker of deep thought, I heard a utter say, It was me. I looked just about 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. thither was that voice again, It was me. Makius. Now I knew something was up. Whos there? I said. You dont know me plainly 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 neighboring day.