I have a group of friends I've managed to make at my new school. I love their company very much. Their names are Cristine, Daniel, Nathan, Ryan, Stephen, and Keith. Even though I'm not around Keith so much.

Well, they skip class every Friday (I go to a three session school, so skipping one session isn't a big deal) and go on adventures to the mall, downtown, or to the movies. And this year, lucky me, my birthday falls on a Friday. And i kept this in mind the entire week. Asked my dad Monday if he'd allow me to skip one day to hang out with them as a birthday present and, as expected, I get a no. He said he isn't going to waste his time taking me there for me to skip. So later I ask my mom, she actually thought about it for a bit, but said no in the end. That I'm there to finish classes not have fun.

Because you know, I'm as bad as them. I'm as bad as my father who 90% of the time wouldn't even go to school and spent all the time he didn't getting high on weed and shrooms, vandalizing things, and just being an overall nuisance to the world. Or my mom who would just skip get high and lie to everyone about why. Because when I skip I totally just don't sleep till school would have gotten out then play video games.

But anyway, Daniel asked me if i was going to the movies with them tomorrow, I said I can't.
He was sad.
I was sadder.

But luckily, I'm used to being alone on my birthday so...

Part of me wishes there was a gun man who came into the school so I could blame my parents for me getting shot.