Why do we let strangers in?

       We are human, we get hurt. I can promise every one of us has heard to not talk to strangers. So why do we let them in? If the skin resembles someone we knew, we let them in, into our minds we tell them things about us opening a door to get hurt, but why do we do this? Some of us want to get hurt, and others are magnets. Without pain we don't learn and we walk around like a shadow just trying to fallow the object it resembles. With pain we find hope in ourselfs to break free from the object we once were. We need pain, but it hurts to have it. My brother is a object it only knows to cause pain, making my Mother and Grandmother fight, tying me in the middle of it, some how. I don't consider him to be human, or my brother in particular, because a normal person can't see those things splitting two people apart. The object that he reflects is named Drugs, he follows where ever it leads. My Grandmother is a nurturer doing what she things is best for her family, yet she still hasn't come to terms that what she thinks is best is the worst thing she could be doing besides buying the Drugs for him. That nurturer in her is making her push farther and farther from my Mom and Me. My Grandmother an my Mom keep hoping for the best, my Mom knows she can't do anything. I know that's not my brother, just a stranger with the correct ID and name just a demon wearing his skin. Call me harsh for this and for those of you who don't understand and think shamefully on me picture this. You constantly come home from a good day to discover your Mom crying, now picture that happening for months, years even you would grow sick of the tears you can see through all of his lies and you know better but know one else wants to listen. Hatred would to grow in your heart. Until you couldn't take it. My brothers a complete Stranger yet my Mom and Grandmother choose to let them in and hurt them. Is it a lesson for me or for someone else?

                                -Grace

School

     Don't get me wrong, schools fun, sure it has its days when it gets old. But last year I truly realized I have a brain, and that I can do something sure I'm bad at history but I love listening to it, I love the way of life back then. I would, given the chance to live in the 1800's a time when all you had to do was survive, get married, have kids and die. Sure it's work but this country wasn't given to us. I do know that. Some kids don't even have school. Yet American kids all have schools why do we take it for granted maybe its a rebellious thing, we are given a chance to learn be smart and take our knowledge to invent a new object or a way of thinking, I could say more but that would be a lllooonnngg list. I'm not trying to make Americans look bad it's just true tomorrow's my first day of my junior year of high school, last year I liked school, sure it isn't the best place and most people even say they hate it but we spend 12 or 13 including kindergarten with 1 group of people yeah some move away, but some move to your school. And yes people change for the better and the worst it's just the way you look at it. I know my way of looking at things isn't like most 16 year olds, I'm proud of that. Sure I like to drink and try different things like a 16 year old, most people say that's young and to myself I'm still confused how I got so far in school or even getting my license. But i did. My mind doesn't stop thinking, I always said my mind was my enemy it makes me feel emotions towards people, but won't allow me to say them In front of them, and makes me feel sorry for people I hate. I'm shy, but if I see someone's trying to be my friend I start to open up, some days I try to hard to be myself, and others I feel like a jerk because I wasn't trying hard enough. I'm a normal 16 year old, I think I'm mentally 7, people think I am the stupidest person alive. I cry. I laugh. I get depressed. And I over think. That's me. Normal is how I act at school. I don't like being noticed, because I feel judged by groups of people in school, they say to go to an adult or teacher if your getting bullied, but is verbal bulling, bulling? I was maybe not intently but I feel like that's the reason why I can't open up. But then again I made myself forget turns out that doesn't help.  I'm not throwing myself a pitty party but something's bother me. Something's I want other people to think about. Now I'm going to bed. Hopefully. School in the morning, fun but scary. Have a good day! Or night...or something.  

                                         -Grace ^_^