To Live and Die

"Imagination is better than knowledge"-Albert Einstein...well at least its close to what he said, I'm not fond of the so called "great men" and their quotes, I'm not fond of anything that doesn't benefit me. Man was created to make choices of their own, but yet still we need to follow orders of our fellow "brothers and sisters" whom are higher in authority...but like I said before, none of that matters to me. To say when I had stop caring about anything around me would be difficult, because I try my best to forget my past to forget everything and everyone whom had done me wrong, and ever since then I've been asking myself a question that still lurks in my mind: "To Live, or to Die?". It is safe to say that it is easier to find a reason to die than of one to live, twelve rounds of bullets in the magazine of my gun on top of my desk, in the darkness of my room I thought to my self weather to live or to die every night, weather to make it next morning, or to let out greay and white matter and the thick red liquid out onto my wall, "It would be easy" I always think to myself "No more worries, problems, or the desire to find love" , but no matter how many times I've tried to pull the trigger, she always flashes on my mind, preventing me from freeing myself from this unforgivable world.

I don't remember what day...but it all started in my first junior year of high school, looking back it was kind of funny that the same day I found a reason to die, I also found a reason to live and her name, is Alesha Bissoon. It was my fist day in high school, I came early and took a seat in the back to not draw attention to myself, mostly because I was bad at starting a conversation and making friends, I kept a low head just not to create eye contact with anyone. Minuiyes flew by and the classroom started to fill up, I could already deal their eyes on me, I could hear them already starting to whisper about whom I was, how I look, how I smell, and most of all how I act. One of them started to approach me, but the entrance of the teacher saved me. First period, and the teacher thought that it would be a great idea to use this time to introduce ourselves, while introductions were taking place I chose to hide myself for a while, but of course it didn't work.

'Christian Alexander...is there a Christian Alexander in our presence?'

*Why call me now, he realizes that I dont want to be called but yet he still did...why cant teachers respect the wishes of their students?* As I was about to get up from my seat a knock came from the door

'You may enter!'

...And thats when I saw her, Alesha Bissoon!

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