Prologue- Life is Hard

At first when my life had started, I was loved and adored by everyone in my family. Of course thats what happens when your born your a baby, people are supose to think your adorable and cute. But as the years keep pass by and you keep growing people’s kindness against you, fade away. My family still pretends to love me when my friends are over at my house. But when there gone, my family don’t even realize I exist, actually they wish I wasn’t here. Ever since my brother passed away, my family wish it was me instead my grandma is actually the only one that likes me, that’s what people say. But she treats me the same.

I am finally 8 years old and I’m planning to go to go to second grade.

My friends always always invite me to there houses. Of course it’s fun, I get to enjoy something I never had, my friends mom’s treat me like there son I kinda wished sometime she was my mother. But she isn’t, my dad became an alcoholic which sometimes made him forget to pick me up from school. Just like the stories I saw in Tv I didn’t believe people actually got bullied, maybe because I never did, but like they say never say never. Pfff. What a joke they make right, when I got to third grade I started to get bullied because of my parents being late sometimes. My mom was a doctor well that’s what she said. My dad lost his job, which made our house disappear. Where our happiness was build, it’s all know gone. Know I have no friends, and my aunt started to take me to school. One night our house was set on fire. My mother didn’t make it out. Neither did my father. But I had. I still remember what the firefighters had promised me. “Don’t worry your parents would be fine”. But it was all a lie my parents didn’t make it out. Two funerals in one day. I feel like my life was depressing. I had some people at school who I would call friend fake friend’s, there like people I talk to then stop talking to. They would always say you don’t even know what depression feels like. What do they know about depression. People can’t tell what we feel nor what someone feels.

I’m know in high school. I live with my aunt but she treats me better than my mom. I still don’t understand, my life is better know but I don’t get it, I don’t feel the same I don’t get it. I guess life isn’t the same without parents. My aunt would always say boys don’t cry but, boys have to cry no matter the age nor the feeling. Girls at my school, there wasn’t none. Well for there wasn’t. All the girls liked me but for me I pretended they where something I didn’t like it wasn’t like I didn’t like them, I just guessed people have different taste. But life doesn’t end here.

There is still more to live. I got help from my aunt I took medicine do to my condition. I’m finally a happy boy I have some part time jobs and I’m just 17 years old. My name is Matzo. I love how god gave me chances. I had different paths and I choose the right one know it’s up to you wether my path still goes on.

“Hey Loser my name is Jacob”

Or maybe not……

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