On the first day of 7th grade I was looking around the lunch room for a table. I saw a table with a couple of close friends but when I sat down I saw some people I did not really know. One of these people was Nathan. Now, his story telling didn't happen on the first day. He seemed pretty laid back. I was wrong. During the second or third week of school he started telling our table stories of his awful childhood. It was scary yet fascinating to know that such things happend to him during the short thirteen years he had been on earth.
These some funny some sad stories of his childhood that I have heard over thirty minutes of lunch.
