I’m sick of being here, this place I used to call ‘home’. It still has four letters, but these day’s I like to call it ‘hell’. It’s funny isn’t it, how as times goes on, people change. I don’t like being here anymore, I don’t like being judged and I hate that fact that my parents look down on me like they’re disappointed. Well, let me just tell you something. I am going to be more successful than both of you idiots put together. Just you wait and see, selfish pricks.