Loser... Castaway... Loner... Reject... Outcast... Freak... Miscreation... These are all names leading to a life of exile. If your considered any of these things then you just don't fit in. Anywhere. In today's world you have to be perfect to even be close to fitting in. You have to have money... A car... You have to look like the models on the front page of a magazine. Perfect body, perfect hair, perfect life. If you are one of the lucky people who are born into that lifestyle then your even better than those who had to work for it. You're in a class all your own. Those who worked for it, look up to you because you really have the perfect life. You didn't have to change everything you were to fit it. You fit in the minute you were born. All your friends wish they were you and all of their parents wish they could have given their kids everything you have... Everything you take for granted. But what happens when you're born into the perfect life and an unexpected event takes everything you ever knew away from you. One moment your on top of the world, everyone looks up to you.. And the next thing you know your an outcast. A loser. A freak. You become everything you never thought you would be. To you, the thought of not having everything just wasn't an option, it just wasn't possible. All of your plans were smashed into the ground. All of your wishes died with your hopes and dreams.

That's what happened to me, Chester Charles Bennington. I was born with it all. Nice house, money, cars, parents that loved me and gave me everything I ever wanted or needed. I had the life everyone else wanted. But don't get me wrong, I wasn't one of those stuck-up I'm better than you 'cause I have money types. I guess you could say I grew up with more of an understanding for things than most people. I didn't look down on people because they didn't have as much money as me. I didn't see any different between myself and the so called punks that dyed their hair blue. I would have rather stayed home and read a book then go to the mall and buy things I didn't really need. Yea, I was a nerd, or as some people referred to me, the smart one. I always figured that even though I had money I should go ahead and save it up anyway. I didn't want to live off of my parents all my life. You can be a nerd all you want if you have money because people don't see you as that. They think of you as simply being smart. I was smart, good-looking, and I had money. To everyone else it didn't get any better than that. I always figured that I would move out and do my own thing, but if I every needed anything my parents would be there to help me out.

That's not how my plans ended up though. To spare the long boring details, my father died when I was days short of turning 16, and with him went everything my family and I had. Our money was gone and with it went our easygoing life. I was in the process of changing high schools at the time and since we couldn't afford to live in our house anymore, my Mom moved us to a smaller one closer to the high school. That brings us to now. I'm standing in my room staring at my reflection in the mirror. Black shoes, black pants, black shirt, blonde hair. My hair is the brightest thing about me. I became majorly depressed after my father died and the color black just suits me everyday mood now.

"Chester! Hurry up, you're going to be late for your first day!!" My thoughts were interrupted as my mother yells at me from downstairs.

"I'm coming..damn.." I mumble as I grab my bag. It's been a long long summer and first quarter (with everything going on my Mom forgot to register me on time so I have to start late). I have no desire to go to some stupid school in some stupid town. I would rather crawl into a dark hole somewhere and never come out again. It would probably be better there than here. I sigh and drag myself downstairs and out the door. There's dark clouds in the sky and it looks like it could start pouring down rain at any minute. As much as I like the rain, I have no desire to be stuck in it right now. I walk down the street to the bus stop and sit on the little bench there while I wait for the bus. I wait there for 10 minutes before I realize that I must have missed the damn thing. Not only does this mean I'm going to be late on my first day, it means that I am going to get unwanted attention as I go in the classroom. Great. As I start walking towards the school it starts to sprinkle. The Sprinkle turns into a light drizzle. Then into a freaking downpour. I feel like I'm under a damn waterfall as I start running the last couple blocks to the school. Just as I reach the front of the school and was stepping up onto the curb, I lost my footing and fell into a muddy puddle.

"Of course! Why not! This just tops off my wonderful morning."I almost feel like crying as I pick myself up and look down at my wet and now muddy clothing. "Wonderful... Fucking wonderful." I check my watch as I walk into the school building and realize that I'm almost half an hour late. I readjust my bag and walk down the long hallway looking for my first class. When I finally find it I stand there for a few minutes. I could go home right now, and no one would know I was here. But then I would have to explain it to Mom and I have no desire to do that, so I try and brush off some of the dirt from my clothes, take a deep breath and open the door.

(Author Note: Please review if you want me to continue, if not then its a little slow right now but I swear it will pick up really soon.