I,m sorry son~

After all the commotion we had this morning, I finally decide to give up the escape plan. I've some how managed to convince my self to hand over my life to God, and let Jesus christ decide whats going to happen next.

Then I slowly walk over to my backpack, and slowly packed my things up. Oh how I wish I could be late, because being late means lest time in school, and lest time in school means a bigger chance of survival, and of- course a bigger chance of survival means that I might not have to die! Just by thinking about not dying make me a lot happier TUT. But I won't be late, cause if I'm late I'll probably get something worser then hell out of mom.

I finally got to the kitchen, and dad already finished eating and was reading news paper. I sat right across from my dad, and before I noticed tears were running down my cheek. Sometime I'm just really jealous of mom, and dads freedom they could just walk out when ever they want, and not having to worry about death! How can these very normal couple gave birth to someone not so normal like me?! Tear kept coming out like an unstoppable hurricane, and before I realized I was so lost in my thought of survival that I ignored my dads voice.

"Jonathan!!!" It was this loud call of my dad that pulled me back to the real world, I quick turned to look at him as he said. "Jonny look, I know its hard for you to go back to school with that fan club of yours waiting for you at the gate, and me and your mom are very sorry to born you that gorgeous face. But for your bright future you've gotta go to school. Now stop crying!"

When I was about to take dads advice to except the cruel fact, and man up a little, but that's all before my mother dropped by and said something unnecessary. "Oh honey, don't be so harsh on our son! Don't you know that my little Jonny is still a mommy boy? and even if he didn't get a good education, he'll still be able to live a great life by selling his body, when he grew up!"