Problems of a Bothered Soul
Well this is me and my life, Yoko Verado. Just a simple kid, 16 years old living in Tokyo. (Name sounds to Asian to say any place in America.)While I'm a simple kid theres something strange with my life. Well, not to strange, some people might have the same problem. My mom went off and became a prostitute in the Summer of '99 to support the family and never came back, Two years later after my dad finally snapped he killed himself and tried to take me down with him. I left the house that night after he violently attacked me. I blame myself every day for what happened although I know deep down there was nothing I could've done to prevent this. So now I live in this house, alone, except for my sister of 15, Relca Verado. We are high school students, sophomores to be exact, I failed one year, the year my dad committed suicide. We are forced to take up jobs anywhere we can to survive. I fear for my sister, I'm scared she's gonna end up like my mom someday. All I can do now is hope.
Anyway, at school its the same every day. We come into Homeroom, sit down and we chat with friends until the teacher comes in and ruins everything. He basically comes in, tells us, "Shut the ******** up!", and we turn around and listen. What else can we do? I don't know of anything else. His name is Higoro Igarashi. He's a real jerkoff but we have to live with him. Pain in the a** really, sometimes I wish he would die, nah, make that often. After this pointless ******** class is over we go to 2nd, taught by Hisuke Mishimo, stupidest b***h in all of Tokyo. She don't know how to teach a class at all, she just sits there tells us to do our s**t and doesn't worry about us anymore. Probably the reason everyone fails the damn class. 3rd periods okay, Yasuke Shinumo is okay, atleast he knows how to teach a class, unlike the last b***h. Hmmm...why am I rambling on about my classes, you folks don't care to hear about this, huh? Oh well, this is the way it is everyday at school, missing a couple teachers of course, I was just gonna say how suckish the last teachers were anyway, they were probably worse then Hisuke.
After school everyday we go home, like every other person that gets done with their s**t for the day. Homes not special, we come home to noyone, have to cook for ourselves, wash our own clothes, pay the bills, everything. We have it rough but atleast its a home, right? We've become really independent, and we forge signatures for anything that needs to be signed by a 'parent'. Who knows, Maybe I'm making my life out to worse then it really is...What do you guys think? Think it's as bad, yet as I act?
Anyway, whether or not horrible, I think I have enough reason to be Emo(Gonna start stereotyping now). I don't accept anyone, unless they just won't leave me alone, then its hard to think that they aren't just gonna start using me for s**t, I've been used so much, its just hard to trust anyone. I don't call people friends, I call them, acquaintances. When I get home I have to cut myself to relieve all the stress from that day. It's hard living with myself when I know I am a ******** screw-up and everyone hates me. Oh well, Guess that's just my life. I'd never commit suicide though, don't worry bout that, I don't wanna be like my screw-up dad. I can get through s**t he couldn't.
Hmmm...I guess thats the end of this...It's 11:00 p.m. and I think it's time for me to go to bed, I need to, got a shitty day of school in the morning. Ughh, I hate school, I hate my life...
(Well figured I'd write my story and find out what you guys thought...just something that struck me sittin on the bus, NO my life is nothing like this, btw. Think I should write more? Be honest...I don't like "emo" stories, but just tell me how it is, I might keep it up, Please comment!)
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