I couldn't concentrate at school. Kept crying every time I saw them. That fake smile plastered on pretending they felt sorry for me when they couldn't care less. Cry-baby is what the kids at school, said, dim is what the teachers said, and depression is what the therapists said. They were all wrong. To be honest I couldn't care less about my mother or the lies my father told I was concerned about who was looking after me now. The day after my mother died my dad abandoned me, so he could "run off" with another woman.