Hold my hands

As I sat in the cold bus seat, my brother, as usual, ignored me. I couldn't help but wonder why we looked so different. Maybe I was adopted. Knowing you have someone to turn to when things go wrong is a strangely comforting thought. I often think about love and what it must feel like, but I can never quite put my finger on it. When she smiles, it's like my whole body smiles with her. She's just a friend, but there could be something more there. Most of my conversations with my parents revolve around why algebra was invented; it's the only chance I get to talk with them aside from discussing school grades. I know what I must do to secure my future - eliminate any competition. Fewer distractions mean more chances of obtaining the scholarship and following in the footsteps of my family tradition. I already have plenty of friends, but there's someone who barely even acknowledges me - Lamok. I think she hates me, but I couldn't care less. I just know that hate can sometimes turn into love. Maybe

I'll finish off that physics book from the 1800s now.