My short story is about an 19 year old boy. His realatives treat him like he is a screw up and they don't take him seriously because of something that happened a long time ago. His mom and his dad are the only family members that actually trust him. He feels like he has to prove his other realitives wrong but he doesn't know how.
My first paragraph
Why did I do that ? How could I have been so stupid? After a long night of getting no sleep, I felt absolutely horrible. I slowly crawled out of bed thinking of what I was going to say to my cousin when my family and I got to the party. This cousin in particular wasn't very fond of me. I have been dreading this day for a long time, to be more specific this same day, exactly one year ago.
