Every one has a role. Something their meant to be, like a destiny or a fate. I drew the short straw when I was born. My dad had left, and my mom wasn't the most wealthy person. I took everything out on others. I couldn't change, I knew it couldn't happen. I've seen others try. They always fail. No one can change. Ever... Life sucks like that.

  School is hard for me. I can get out of css easy enough. Just have to suck up to the principal. He let's me tour the new kids sometimes. I don't get into trouble much, well now that he's used to me. I get into fights a lot. After my st one, he got tired of me.

  "Look Caleb, you can't just do this." John says.

  "Why not, huh?" I ask.

  'You nearly killed the kid! You get one more shot and that's it, you're done. I've had enough, I was nice to you because of your struggles."

  "Fine, what do you want me to do, I c-"

  "You don't have to do anything, unless you want to." John says, "If you really want my forgiveness tour another kid. We have a new one coming soon."

  "I'll do it, just don't do anything... Like tell my mom, she can't know I fought again."

  "Meet him in the front tomorrow, he has white hair, blue eyes. Stands out."

  John, my principle. He's an ass sometimes. He's a good leader, I'd think. He was probably a military officer in his younger day. I don't know much about his personal life.

  "And your mom is already out front." John adds.

  I stand up and walk out. He really called my mom? I don't want her to worry. I always ask him to not tell her. But he always does. She's kind. He always ruins everything. She's stressed with work and bill. She shouldn't have to worry about me. All that's in my mind as I open that car door is how I could've just been born different. Why do I have to be the worst possible person I can. I can't change and I know that. Sometimes... maybe ending everything... No I know people would care. I'll just stop fighting. It could be hard with all those assholes in the halls.

  "What the hell were you thinking!" She says, "You have me worried, why can't you just... Please stop fighting before you get hurt. I want you to be okay."

  "I will be mom..."

  I try my best to look away. I need this car ride to be silent. I won't ignore her. I just need to hope she waits.

  "Caleb... I love you. Just know that. But sometimes i wish you were more like Reed. He's a kind boy."

  "We're not the same."

  "And yet your friends. Good friends."

  Sure we're friends. Red has been my friend for years. He's much kinder than me. Never fights, instead he patches people up. He's helpful, maybe even could be a doctor one day. He was born into the right role. He doesn't need to change. So he won't ever have to fail.

  "We'll talk about this tomorrow, when we get home, just go to your room. Get some sleep please."

  By the time were home it's only eight. I don't mind, I'm tired. I have to tour that kid tomorrow. My mom isn't super mad. Just clearly disappointed.