Know how I always ask to borrow calculators? Well, because last year I had "lost" mine, and was too guilty to ask my parents for a new one. My grades dropped because I would have to work every problem by hand. I'd never finish tests, and there was no way I could do good in math. This year is no different. Well, I found out where my calculator was...

Paul stole it.

He went into my room, into my backpack, and took it. Without a speck of remorse. He knows how bad I need one in Denson, he had her, too. He took it! Just because he lost his own! I spend a year and a half worrying about confronting my parents and telling them I lost my calculator! I even thought about stealing one and having to live with that guilt! And it's been under my nose all along. And just to test him I was like, "Hey Paul, can I borrow your calculator for a few days?" And he was like, "Lex, no. I have harder math than you." Then I said, "Have you seen mine? I think I've lost it." He said, "No, I haven't seen your little calculator." He didn't even feel bad! There's no way he could have thought it was his. I had my name written all over it. I even saw where he tried to erase it. He's a sociopath. He has no morals. He has no feeling to others. He'll drink and drive and kill someone and feel nothing.

He didn't even come to my band concert. The one where I had my first and only solo. He was AT the High school, putting a fake rat in a friend's locker. Later he was like, "Oh, I wanted to come, but I got busy. I'm so sorry, Alexa." No he wasn't. He just didn't want me mad at him. Not to mention the time he tackled me when my collarbone was broken, AND the time he destroyed my journal from preschool. All he has done to my life is make it worse!

He does not respect people, therefore he should not live with them.