Just throw it all away (OPEN)
Aug 25, 2010 12:11:49 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Aug 25, 2010 12:11:49 GMT -5
Greg Macintosh
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Sometimes, I wonder if my father would be better off with a different son. Of course, he would want a son. He'd reject her just as he does to me. Maybe a different son would spawn different emotions, memories or relationships that I've never had with him. He hates me. But he still needs me. Who else has the ability to cover for him at those fancy dinner parties?
Being the mayor's son creates different problems for me.
Don't get me wrong, I know that others have it worse than me. They have no food, no home, no family. But if your family rejects you, do they really count?
My dad wants me to be the best. At everything. Grades, sports, etc. He would not rest until I became the top dog. But I can't do it. I'm close, but he still rejects me. Not just because of my looks. I mean, for some it's hard not to reject an albino, but they're just freaks.
Besides, it's hard to tell I am one anyways. I dye my hair, and wear colored contacts. Although my eyes do turn the blue hue into a purple one...
He only doesn't like me because I can't be good enough. Yes, my grades to some are phenomenal. But to him, it's just mediocre. Although I don't see why straight As are mediocre. But he says that I must maintain a perfect A+ grade in all classes, so I'm kind of a disappointment.
I have to get out of here. Right now, I'm at another one of his parties. Of course we always have enough food. But not to the Capitolites who have so graciously dropped by to eat up our small surplus. Now they expect me to talk to them politely. Ugh.
The pompous air around here is killing me. Graciously I excuse myself from a conversation with a large Capitol lady who I swear is checking me out every time I speak. I quickly gather a small collection of bread, and sneak out via the kitchen door.
The air has become a tad bit cooler since the afternoon. Still, the suit I'm forced to wear is really uncomfortable in this heat, so I take the jacket off, and unbutton the collar of my shirt. Luckily I'm not wearing a tie, so there's less of a chance they'll catch me.
I decide to walk near the docks. The air is cool and crisp there. The ships have yet to return from their voyages into international waters. I can hear the seagulls, flying to and fro, scavenging for food. I toss one of my rolls at one, but it just hits it in the face, and it flies off.
I sit at the water's edge. I can think there. At home, I feel trapped in a web of endless lies. Same thing at school. Here I can actually act somewhat like myself.
I pass the time by just sitting and watching the sun set over the horizon. It's breathtaking.
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