he runs back and forth, not knowing where to go. which path to choose. he is very messed up, oh yes this boy is. he is fast as lightning, you almost can't see him, an invisible little one. but he likes to be forgotten, he does his work and moves on. the souls don't bother him, evan though he'd rather die than watch someone control him. isaiah evans is his name, he goes by it. you don't need to remember him, just merely have a though once in a while, he does exist. once upon a time, though. he's a cloud that will cause a storm. 

i do exist, i keep telling my mother and father. i can do it, believe in me. i know i'm the youngest one, the mischeivous one, the failure. but i swear, once i will prove myself, i'll be the last one standing. just belive i can, momma. just believe in me. i know why i'm forgotten. i have two more siblings, a sister and a brother. both excellant students, wonderful grades and everyone loves them. even my parents and that's why they overlook me. i sometimes ask myself. do they care? my family tells me nothing, ignore me almost. however i can fight back. i can win.
"good lord, isaiah thomas evans!" his mother penelope screeched, as she has found her son smoking and drinking alcohol in his room. the evans family was very strong believers in christianity, so such behavior was never tolerated. "give that to me!" she snaped with tears in her eyes. she always say her family as a very good family. truthful and noble. even though, his mother was yelling at him and snatched away his whisky and cigarettes. Isaiah stayed calm, he did not want to be like his goodie two shoes siblings jameston and payton. see, this boy was forgotten. he lived in the shaddow of his brother and sister. forgotten. but that never stopped him from trying, trying to get attention from his parents. "i can do what i want. i'm nineteen mother. you don't own me, anymore. he said harshly, he didn't care tears were pouring out of his mother's eyes. he was always the mischievous one out of the kids. the wrong one, as he thought. yes, that was what he was to himself. maybe, even to his family. he could remember the christmas when he was nine years old; "oh, tonnie! look what you got. a nice barbie doll. and it comes with a car!" his mother told his sister warmly. his mother always favored payton over the boys, she had always wished for more girls. "look james, what may this be." his father said and picked up the extra large box. the biggest of all to be exact. isaiah was sitting on the couch, opening his little presents, alone. when his siblings got phone's. he got books or clothes. never did they treat him the same.