Freak

Written 06-07-14 On top of the file folder his freak mother left on the table, after he poured the contents on the floor (a lot of bills that later on he'd hear them arguing over not payint), he wrote with the black sharpie his brother used to tag Last everywhere he coudl, and that he stole,
he wrote in huge letters:
You wanted to abort me.
He turned the folder over and on the back he wrote:
You wanted me to die.
He opened the folder and he wrote:
You wanted to kill me. You wanted me to die.
He left the folder propped up on the table where he knew they had to see it and he grabbed his backpack.
In the trashcan on the corner by the su way he sumped the notebooks and the math textbook with the cover hanging off it like a hinge.
He was never going to school again. He was never going home again. He looked down into the subway. The steps made him think of jawas. He'd seen it with his brother. He ran into the outh, leaping the steps. He was never going to see that traitor again.
I feel like a freak
cause I don't want to play
and if I don't
I'm not in the game