He has other friends. Perfect friends. Better friends than I could ever be. But he chooses me. Over his better friends. I’m glad for that. I don’t think I could go a day without seeing him. I don’t know why. But I’m also glad that my aunt and uncle don’t care if I just walk out of the house and tell them I’ll be back later. I don’t think they even hear me. I don’t care. But in this little bubble I have, this perfect world I have, Kell is always there. In my dreams, my daydreams, and all the movies I see in my head, he is there. If I could go back in time and stop the Hell from happening, I definitely wouldn’t. My life is fine. I would have been worse off if my father never smoked. I know it. This is the best my life would ever be. My mom used to yell at me for stupid reasons.