Fake smile

Do you know what its like to be disposed of forgotten or ignored? Well that's what I have been doing for my whole life. Why was I like that you ask well ill gladly tell you why. I was born into the Uzica family,it wasn't the highest ranking family but it was below the middle. I was named Light after my great grandmother. She was the person who moved us up on the leader board from the bottom to where we are today. I was bullied when I started middle school because I'm a boy and "Light is a girl name" they say.

So when I turned 13 it got worst, I came home with dark purple bruises all over my back. Of course no one in my family could see it and that was how I wanted to keep it but, of course it didn't last long. My mother found out first then she told my dad. "disgrace,worthless,weakling" he called me I had never felt so worthless in my life. I thought they would comfort and support me like parents do with there children but, of course they didn't. The next morning I woke up at 3 am and ran away. I grabbed my black striped suitcase with the clothes I packed the day before and tip toed out my room. Good thing my room was downstairs instead of up. As I slid out the front door I looked at my house one last time it was a two story house with white planks layed vertical, a plant pot on each window seal "ill miss this house" I said to myself "but not my family" my smile went into a straight line, I quietly walked to my car and took my keys out the back pocket of my ripped dark blue keys. I didn't have a nice car like my family but I had a Geep and I was fine with it.

I opened the trunk and slid the suitcase in. I slammed it shut not paying attention to the noise I was about to make "Who's there?" a voice yelled from the front door. I quickly hopped into my car and sped off into the neighbor hood happy I wouldn't have to see them again. A week later I ended up working at Wocdonalds putting on a fake smile so I wouldn't be on the streets.