Chapter 2: Family

This school wasn't like any other. Many kids who were alike in ways went to Winchester HS. I don't understand why we are supposed to stay in a dormitory. I couldn't really be upset though because if not for these dorms i could have had to suffer the long walk home and back, which was 2 minutes away from here! "I bet my dead mom and dad would be proud that I'm alive and they aren't". My mom's name was Ellen Wilson and my dad's name was Oliver Wilson. My mom was well known as the Queen of the Underworld so I'm sure she pulled strings to get my dad killed, but my dad on the other hand was well known as the King of the Office. Know we honor my dad as the King of the Ashes. My mother wasn't as smart as my father but she was way stronger. I still don't understand why my mother and father died.

I don't get families. I mean can you blame me? You got a two parents and kids...who in the world understands that?? I hardly knew my parents I was only told who they were, so I really don't know why I keep talking about them. Everyday, I see kids hanging out and playing with their parents, and even when I was 4 years old I was like, "I really should bomb those fools." I was about 2 years old when I bombed the first family. I had to live with an old lady until I put a grenade in her soup. Living on your own for nearly your entire lifetime is tough. Sometimes I think what if I died instead of my parents? They'd be sitting here thinking...she real dumb bro...I like that.

Everything that has happened in my life was definitely my choice. I really wanted them fools down in the dumps. I wanted to have a life where I could hoop like an NBA star but I couldn't choose, especially when your from the Underworld. In the Underworld, the hoops were too high so Hades dunked on all of us and said that he chose our fate if he dunked on us and we couldn't escape that fate unless we went somewhere else, so I left to Canada. Hades was like...NOOOOO, I NEVER LOVED YOU NO WAYS IRIS. Everyone in the Underworld considers each other as family, but now that I'm in the land of the living....I'm still in the family (thought I was gonna say I wasn't huh?". I am a part of no family.....Liv, my best friend, might be the only family I have left...except she's my friend...so I don't got a family.

When I was little, I didn't really care much about having a family or not. I didn't know how it felt to be loved or cared for I only knew hate and hate knew me best, so me and hate became best friends and starting jumping some kids for absolutely no reason. Kids who were my age or older at the playground would always make fun of me, at school, in my backyard, they'd break into my house and make fun of me, and one time I was on the toilet and got a stick that said loser stuck up my butt from the toilet. Eventually they started writing notes on my desk. It was jokes on them though because I'm illiterate. They continued to bully me until one day, a 8'5 boy who had me by the neck tried to make fun of me by sayin, "HAHA! YOUR SO LONELY AND I BET EVEN YOUR PARENTS DIDN'T CARE ABOUT YOU AND THAT'S WHY THEY KILLED THEMSELVES!! HAHAHAHAHAH-", him saying those things triggered me and I immediatly grabbed his hands and pulled them off, fell 5 feet down on the ground because I'm like 3 foot, and then I started punching him while crying out, "YOU'RE WRONG!!! MY PARENTS WENT BOOM BOOM AND I'M LONELY CUZ I GOT NO FRIENDS AND IM DUMB, HAHA!!!". After 5 minutes of punching, I realized that I was 3 foot and he was 8'5, so I did nothing to him and he throw me through 6 walls.

It's been awhile since I ever got slammed like that...I'm looking forward to that happening again. I could never forgive him for only breaking me through 6 walls instead of 7. Now I only use my fists and kicks for sparring, fighting my loneliness...which never seems to work, and fighting my crippled grandma.