K.B. ENG I Blog

I relate to Leonard Peacock very easily. Probably easier than most other people. I understand, the unrelenting level of hatred you can hold for one parent. I understand having a parent who can't even bother to look at you twice. A parent who can't even care enough to choose you over there useless spouse. A mother who was supposed to be there, and wasn't. A mother incapable of maternal instinct to the point where your chest is clenching and convulsing painfully through the night while you wonder why the heck she couldn't just be there enough. Why she couldn't care about you. Why every other thing had to be more important to her than your well being. A mom who might as well be dead, for the involvement she has in your life. I relate to Leonard, because I know what it's like to not always know where your dad is. I relate to Leonard because I know how terrible it feels to be alone. To take care of yourself. To not have any sense of guidance. Where are kids like us...

"Now, I want to welcome a very special guest to the show today ladies and gentleman! Give it up, for Leonard Peacock!!" The crowd roared wildly with appreciation and grandeur for their guest. He emerged from backstage with no sliver of a smile upon his face, instead he seemed nervous and tired. The applause died the moment they caught a glance of him, and his discomfort only slightly showed. He sat down as a wave of murmurs passed throughout the audience. Probably regarding his haircut. He sat down in the too squeaky chair and shifted for a moment before getting comfortable. She smiled and leaned back in her chair coolly. "So, Leonard, where do we even begin?" She asked shaking her head at him like he was some sort of wonder. Which he thought was ridiculous. "I don't know...." He said quietly looking at the ground. "Why did you want to kill your former best friend Asher Beal?" He seemed unfazed by the question totally. "Because he...