No God, but Plenty of Teen Angst

Hai Gil-desu, now you may be wondering how I know about the parts I wasn't there for. The answer... I'll get to it later. Anyway, I'm 17 and in my third year of high school now. Before that, let me give you a rundown of what happened from where we left off. Well at least the abridged version...

First off, I like to think that I was pretty smart. Which is why I stayed away from the male priests. The other boys who hung out with them were different afterwards, but they also had the best amenities, yea... dark. So I mostly stayed with the cynical nun who raised me, Mother Anais.

That ancient nun is the reason I am the way I am. Turns out, cynicism + resignation to death + innocent child = depressed and edgy adolescent. Not exactly the happiest person you'll have the unpleasant opportunity to talk to.

Still, even though I've pretty much given up on my life, doesn't mean that I'm just going to up and die anytime soon. The church taught me, "sad people go to hell." Not to keen on the whole brimstone and fire, not my architectural cup of tea.

Do they have buildings in hell? Maybe an I-Hop?

Anywho, the clutches of time finally caught up to the old bat, and there I was at her deathbed. I was 14 at the time.

"Mother Anais, thank you for taking care of me for so long and protecting my chastity."

Turns out both mothers and fathers are hungry, and what happens in this church stays in the church. On that point... How is this place even running? Some questions are best unanswered.

Mother Anais coughs like her lungs are just about ready to crumble to dust. "Cough! Cough! You damn brat, you've literally taken away the last peaceful years of my life, leave me alone already."

Ahh, isn't she just a saint, "...Very well, goodbye Mother..."

Turns out I had a soft spot for the old fossil that raised me, yup confirmed. My chest hurt and my eyes started to water. So I had quickly turned to leave the room of my 'mother', her final resting place.

Turns out funerals are too expensive so we have the holy incinerator. Don't know how that's even legal... is it cause, religion?

As I'm about to leave I faintly hear her voice once more, "I hope life doesn't suck too much for you, goodbye so...."

Her last words, she didn't get to finish them. Her last breath ran out before she could tell me how she truly felt before it was all truly over. I gripped my hands, and my nails dug into my skin making it bleed.

Life might've sucked but it sucked a little less with you around.

After her 'funeral' I left that godforsaken church. With the money I've saved up from odd jobs around the neighborhood. You know, mowing lawns, tutoring troubled youths and letting some milf hug me... yea I don't know what to say about that last one...

So, with my savings I managed to move to an apartment in the outskirts of the town. You know the neighborhood that's meh, but has those gentrified areas that makes it seem alright. I also got a job at a McDonald's, this one only got robbed once ever blue moon.

So that's how my life went going to school and working to pay rent. My only escape from the shit show called my life was anime. I was also pet of a chat group, "Sad People Anonymous." I had to leave it though because LoL players started joining and things got toxic fast.

Now you're probably wondering, "But Gil what about your school life?" And my response? I'm a good student with scholarship worthy grades, turns out I'm pretty smart... nice...

I digress, I was a normal student;

I had no friends, was part of a club. The going home early club, instead of going to the mall I had work.... neat. I also confessed to a girl. She told me that even though I was kinda handsome, I was creep and then vehemently rejected me. Turns out being a loner isn't edgy and mysterious.

Who cares, how many girls have you successfully confessed to!? That's right zero! I'm not defensive! You're defensive!

Ahem...

Anyways I'm going to skip the rest because as you know puberty sucks and that's facts.

Now I'm in my third year of high school, still no friends, life still sucks. I'm a bundle of edgy teen angst, I even look out the window and listen to music when working on homework during class. Gotta also have that brooding forlorn look that shows that you've been through some shit... yea as I said angst.

Also turns out they put an international warrant for my mom's arrest. Turns out pushing coke from the mafia in Cuba is bad. So she's currently on the run. Ha suck it 'mom'.