The day was bright with the sun shining down after a fresh morning shower. With the grass wet and puddles having formed on the cement, it wasn't all that fun to walk out in my new shoes - but I needed to get out of the house or else I'd drive myself crazy. I did enjoy the sun, though, shining down on my lovely new sky-blue sundress. The breeze felt great on my freshly shaved legs and thighs, though at times I had to hold my dress down when the wind picked up - to prevent anyone from seeing my panties, that'd be too embarrassing.

My parents haven't been getting along lately, which was why I had to leave the house. I know they're getting a divorce, I'm not worried about that, but my Daddy keeps threatening my Mother that he's going to "do something about it." I wish I had someone to go to, but really, around this town, there'd be no one interested in helping. While they argue, I escape from reality by drawing or playing a game, but sometimes they get so loud, I have to get out of the house.

I don't have any friends outside the house, in fact the only friends I have are online. They don't judge me the way kids around here do, especially in school. I can't wait to be done with 5th grade. I do have one friend in the house, a German Shepard with a tan and black coat that sometimes makes it impossible to see him when we let him out at night. He's a good boy, but he's up there in age.

I'm not sure where I was going on this little cement walkway. I know it's a trail that leads to all the areas of interest in the town - mainly the park with a large pond that many of us go to fish. It also leads the walkers or bike-riders to the city where all the fast food joints and restaurants are. I wasn't hungry and didn't have money to go shopping, so I decided to go to the park. Not to play on the playground of course. A sundress isn't the best attire to play in and the equipment was still wet from the rain, my mom would kill me if I did that.

I soon arrived the pond area and spotted a family that was fishing. I guess you could say that the Richards were a normal bunch of people. Mr. Richards often worked late, but I guess he had the day off. He and his three sons - two still in middle school and one in my grade - were fishing on the side of the pond closest to the cement trail. I didn't want to intrude on their space there, so I went to another spot on the pond and began to watch the waves. It was relaxing, something I can't explain about it.

When I happened to glance over to the family again, I noticed them staring at me. Nasty stares, glaring at me with some sort of hatred and I don't know why. What did I do? Why am I forced to endure such unreasonable hate? I didn't do anything wrong, did I? I didn't say anything, I didn't do anything. I mean, I didn't do anything to scare away the fish or say anything bad about them. It's not just the Richards, it's everyone I meet. I don't know why I get this.

I watched them gather their things and walk away, the oldest son even smirking at me before they left. I didn't understand it. I don't know why I have to go through this. I'm not evil or anything... just a normal teenage boy.