I walk into the school, kids pushing each other around, yelling, laughing, and there are too many people. I'd rather the silence. The silence the night brings, the silence the cigarettes bring.

But will I ever get silence? No. Not in my fucked up life. Especially with my father still living I will never get silence. The day I find silence is the day I die.

Which is hopefully soon.

I push past a large group of jocks, a few of whom give me looks; the look speaks for itself. 'You chose the wrong group buddy. ' Though I don't think I chose the wrong group, my group of friends is small, we all have the same interests, and we barely talk.

A win is a win if you ask me.