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Its always been said that its the simple things in life that make you truly happy, though it seems its those that are taken for granted. A soft peck on the cheek everynight before you go to bed. A nice hug or even a smile as you leave or arrive. These things come easy to some, and not at all to others; others who will grow without loving. Loving that could have made them what they should have been. Instead they grow to be ones who spread more hate and anger. Ones who wished they had the love of there gardians forget that they themselves have children who want their attention. And for those who are forgotten, may face the same fate. Those like Matthew Werthy.

He lived in a rough neighborhood where crime happens so often, it comes to of no surprise. Car and house alarms are a regular sound and gun-shots were the nightmare everybody had to face almost everyday. Why would any body want to live there? Some people have no choice. The police can only do so much but it was never enough. This street would forever be burdened with crime. Worst of all, screaming could be heard in the night, sometimes in the day. Not the screaming of sombody in pain, though most times it was occasionally it was. It was screaming of hate, coming from next door. I myself have heard them.

"Ha! Like you'll ever go to college, your a dumb s**t. Where are you going to get the money? Get a job? Once you get a job, you can pay my rent. I'm sick of having to take care of you!" Came a loud voice of a woman that I recognized, partly because she had yelled often in the past.

The door of the little shabby house burst open as a boy gave into his intentions , which were to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Matthew had a certain look to him. He always seemed miserable or upset, probably because he was. His brown hair seemed to waver in and around his face as if it were dancing with the wind. His eyes were dull green, but they werent always like that. I remember when he was little, when he didnt have so many fights with his parents, his eyes shone brilliantly. They were the kind a girl could get lost in. I often did, but he'd never catch me.

"Fine, I'm out of here anyways!" He would yell out then continue his angry walk until he reached the side curbe. Sitting down, he lowered his head to his knees. Hot tears brimmed his eyes. He hated them so much.

"I must be adopted," He often muttered to himself, but little did he know that I had sat in my window and watched. I had often did, when I heard yelling, but I never allowed myself to be seen. Sometimes I even wonder what it would be like to be him. What I would do, where I would go.

But, those thoughs evaporated out of my head when the fight eventually would end and he would go back into his house. At this point I would sigh until those thoughts rained down upon me once again. I knew he wouldnt want a girl spying on him, but I couldnt help it; I can't help how I feel, even if he didnt feel the same.

I left the window, as I saw him glance over at my house one night. I felt sorry for him. I had never experienced those type of fights. The ones where the parent had always made it clear they want you gone. My mom had always been kind to me and dad seemed to take that place after she had passed away.

It was ever since Mathew had gotten a new step dad that he got into so many fights with his mother. His real father was out for the most part. Alot of late nights, and sometimes even gone for days at a time. I found it was quite obvious that he was cheating on his mother. Sometimes it seemed as if she had already known, she just never wanted to face the truth; or so it says in Matt's journal.

Yes I know, I shouldnt have something like that in my mind or my possesion, but how can I help it? I want to help Matt.