JUNE

Fuck that man who calls himself my uncle.

I hate him! Yet, here I am, fantasizing about him like a fool. I sat up on the bed and glanced at my wall clock —yeah, my uncle is too old-fashioned.

I have already done my assignments and gone through the essay I was given. Yet, the time hasn't moved. I called Mark not too long ago, and we chatted about unimportant things.

He would have hopped over had it not been for my uncle's stupid rules about me not having a ...