1 The End Of A Life

I excited the McDonald's, feeling kinda down about my failed interview. I walk over to were my ride home should be, lamenting at how this is the 5th interview I have failed. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, I mean I act polite, am completely honest, and even researched McDonald's for this. Maybe It's something to do with my looks?

I start look around to parking area, only to see that the car isn't here. I sigh, knowing that Tom probably is running late due to him most likely going by the store real quick. That's just like Tom, pragmatic, at least I think it's Pragmatic.

I check my phone and see it's about 6:00 P. M. I sigh and enter the McDonald's, planning on ordering some fries and drink, probably sweet tea, and waiting till Tom gets hear. I walk in, seeing that their is basically no one here, and walk up to the counter.

i notice that the person at the counter is a women, probably around my age. I place my order for a Small Fri, and a Large drink, and don't bother to sit down as the order doesn't take long. I grab my drink and sit down. I quickly down my meal, it not laster 2 minutes.

I sigh, and start thinking about my life, something I have started to do often now. I have only been 18 for a few weeks, and I'm already hating it. I have never wanted to be an adult, I despised the idea from a very young age.

I remember my childhood, think about how it all seems normal to me, but when I think about it, I realize my childhood was kinda bad. not terrible, but not all that good either. my Mom was the highlight of my childhood, she was always their, and always cared, for all 3 of us.

my Dad and Mom got a divorce when I was 9, were we moved in with Tom, who basically took over as our father figure. I feel happy thinking of Tom. he was amazing, always kind, willing to help us out, make us laugh, he treated us like we were his own kids.

I then move onto my brother and sister. my sister is the one I am most distant with, which is funny since we were really close when we were younger. I vaguely remember the few times we were playing around as kids, flinching slightly as I remember all the times I stepped on nails by mistake.

I recall from then on how I went to an okay elementary school, always being pretty high in my classes, although I rarely had any friends due to my Autism. my ADHD didn't help matters, but I managed to rain myself in.

sadly my Autism was a harder thing to fix, as I often times offended people without meaning to, and was almost never able to understand kids my age. I always related to my teachers more than my classmates. I fondly remember Freshmen year, were I was in the Top 10 of the school in terms of grades, I didn't even really study that hard, mostly just paying attention in class.

I even had 2 friends which I will always hold dear, even if they have probably forgotten me. but by Sophomore year my control slipped, and I will admit I was a little shit in those days. I was soon sent to one fo those daycare places were they send really bad kids.

problem was I didn't fit in their as I was a strictly none violent, and quiet. after a few weeks I got myself back together, but they wouldn't let me leave. even my mom admitted I didn't need to be their, just need some help, but I was stuck their, and I had no way out.

I could tell you how I was a saint compared to the kids in that place, never really causing trouble, at most giving some scathing comebacks to kids that picked on me, but I was kept their.

they also lost my paper work for next year, so I was basically kicked out of school and couldn't get back in. for the next 2 years a just stayed at home, trying to ignore everything going on by way of Fanfiction and YouTube.

Luckily Tom was their and for me, and over the next year he kept me focused on studying for the GED which is basically as good as a Highschool Degree. I could probably pass with a couple hundreds of I took the test right now, but sadly I have a month or to before the end of the school year.

I waited for 2 hours, before getting fed up, and decided to just walk home, as the house I only about an hour away. I walk to a crossing, and look either way, before sprinting across the street. suddenly I hear a honk and turn to see a large pick up truck heading for me and the black.