Benjamin James 'BJ' Parsons D8 {WIP}

Benjamin James 'BJ' Parsons D8 {WIP} Jan 22, 2014 14:24:34 GMT -5

Post by knuckles on Jan 22, 2014 14:24:34 GMT -5

BJ PARSONS

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It amazes me how rude people are. I don't know why it amazes me, but it just does. People ask me my name all the time, and even though I tell them I go by BJ, yet they still like to call me Benji. Benji isn't my name even. My name is Benjamin James Parsons. I hate it. I hate that my stupid parents named me that. I hate that the stupid school teachers always call me Benjamin, or Benji. I'm constantly telling people to call me BJ. BJ is my name, and I will not answer to anything else. The only time I'll answer to anything else is when my father yells my full name. I know I'm in trouble then. I'm fourteen years old, and my parents still think it's fun to punish me for the small things. For example, the other day I was outside wandering through the district, and I missed my curfew. My father was super pissed off when I made it back home. I was only an hour late, yet he didn't take it like that. "Benjamin James Parsons!" Yeah, yeah, yeah I know. Just get on with it. And get on with it he did. A stupid lecture on how ignorant I am, and how I'll never amount to anything. Well, I'll show him. I'm better than he gives me credit for. I'll be the nations greatest man to ever live.

I hate when he tells me I'm ignorant. I hate it because I may look like I'm dumb, but I'm really not. I may look like a fool; however, I'm not a fool. I enjoy going to school. I enjoy learning about history, math, science, english, and whatever else I have to learn about. It's all fun. I do better in classes than most of the others. I guess since I'm always in trouble for something, it means I'm the stupidest kid around. I run a tiny hand through my short, smooth brown hair. The stupid cowlick in the front is annoying. Nothing I do ever makes it lay flat. It's just there making me look like I just got out of bed. "Do something with your hair! It looks horrid!" My mother thinks I'm a disgrace. Apparently she thinks demeaning me will change who I am, but little does she know putting me down only causes me to act out more. I long for them to care for me, to pay attention to me, but the only way I can seem to get them to even notice me is by forcing them to notice me as I force everyone to notice me. If they would just care for me, maybe I would calm down. Maybe I'd be that angel child they want, but I'm not an angel, and I don't think I'll ever be an angel.

My reflection gleams at me as I stare out the window into the night where the white, fluffy snow covers the ground. My face is pale almost the color of a sheet of paper causing me to look sick, but rest assured, I'm not sick. My shaggy hair forms to my face as part of my hair stands straight up over my eyes where it always sticks up. My hair falls just above my ears only causing them to look slightly larger than they are. My bushy, thick, black eyebrows sits curved over my eyes contorting to its shape as they meet up with the part of my hair. My eyes are brown, and from a distance, I've been told they appear to be red. Tiny dark circles form under my eyes only causing my ghostly appearance to look worse than it already is. My nose is tiny with slightly larger nostrils. I have nothing against my nose, though, because it's easier to smell with. My lips are tiny. When I'm away from home, I'm always smiling because I'm free of my evil parents; however, when I'm home, I never show any emotion. My voice is deeper than it used to be; unfortunately, my voice cracks when I get upset which only causes the anger to flood my veins with a raging force.