I walk the same road nearly everyday, to school and back home.

Today i walked home and stoped to sit down on a chair in front of my house on the porch. I don’t want to go inside, i’m not like other kids… i like school and i wish i could just stay there the whole day and not go home. My mother, yes my mum likes to criticise me, weird right? She's always telling me what’s wrong with me every time she sees me. It why can't she treat me like other mums do. 

“ Sit up straight, Stephanie “

“ 98/100 is not 100/100”

“ A lady would never dress like that”

Yes i know I'm not perfect, no one is. But it hurts she never liked to point out what i was good at.

I’m a good girl, i get good grades. Never stole ,never cheated on tests or anything. Even my teacher praise me saying i’m dong great in school even though i am still young, I’m a young girl that likes to learn new thing everyday. 

Common’ even boys tell me I'm pretty but my mother has never said anything like that to me before  well ever since i remember 

“What are you going sitting here alone steph”

I looked up and there was a handsome guy looking down at me, he’s one of my neighbours Mark Tuan. 

“Did you get locked out?”

I shake my head “nope, just wanted some fresh air before i go inside”

“hmm, you'd tell me if you were in trouble or anything right?”

Mark Tuan here is a few years older then me and a hell lot hotter and cooler then boys my age, i liked having marks company. He was one of the popular boys but he always looked out for me. He treated me like an equal, not some kid or nerd. He jokes with me and teases me playfully and told me i was sma