Most people say that they were in their prime in their twenties or in college. I was in my prime in elementary school. What is the point of gossip or rumors when you can't even think straight. Middle school has been hell to me. Half of the people are faker then hero tv shows. The other half are too dumb to realize it or are too full of themselves. There are a few good people though, but it's rare to find them since they're being dragged around by the fake people. I spent half of my time skipping classes. When you already know what you're being taught why even attend? There is no reason to, at all.
BANG!
There it was. I knew it. Jeffrey woke up. As much as I loved my family, I knew they weren't really mine. I'm not a foster child, but even worse. My mom had found out that her husband had cheated on her. Just to get her revenge she decided to go to a bar and drink her worries away. She had drank more than that, she fell to this guy named Rudolph or something. Nine months later I popped out. Timmy already knew I wasn't his, though I don't think he cared he was a good dad; for a while. His life was riddled with mistakes, the only one he didn't make was being married to my mom. He used to be uncontrollable from what he says his past was like. He lived on a farm with his five other siblings. He was the second oldest and was always compared to his brothers. He wasn't as cool as his oldest brother or he wasn't as cute as his younger brother. My mom was a single child in the city. She walked through alleys like she owned it; nothing could scare her. She had perfected her death stare which made people want to get away from her as fast as possible. I wasn't told much about Rudolph until last year. All I know is that he was an actor for a while and then became host for a show.
