My story is simple. I was born in Alabama. We moved to Iowa when I was two. My parents split up when I was three, and I still remeber every detail. My dad is an overcontrolling jerk sometimes. Even though I don't show it, i'm glad he is in my life. My stepdad is really cool, but he is really shy around me. It's almost as if he is scared of me. My mom is so cool though. She is willing to try anything, and I get a lot from her. When I started school, I always was an outcast because our school was full of groups, and I never fit into the puzzle just right. I grew up dealing with bullies. I never really cared. I always said things happen for a reason-you just have to chase it. Now I'm in ninth grade. Starting high school I always thought would be hard, but it was easy. I only have a few friends, but at least they stay true. I have a lot of friends from other schools, but only a few from mine. My life is a theme park ride that will only end by five letters: D.E.A.T.H. That's my life so far, and I'm glad to say it's still here.
I love her but am to scared to say it I say it and then some how say it to much. She always says it back though. I kiss her and when I do i am the happiest man alive. there is not one second I dont think about her or one second I dont miss the feeling of her kiss.