Pilot

I'm happy 364 days of the year it's just that single day that ticks me off. People are extra nice a sweet to me. How exactly? Well picture this, your walking down a dark alley most likely full of molesters and addicts and someone attacks you. Crazy right, but listen there's more, they do the usual thing that weirdos who lurk in alleys do blah blah. Once they get a good look at your face they give u a hug and some cash while reminding u to tread safely. That was a horrible example but my point is this exact day every single person in Saint Price

(Aka the abnormally small town in the middle of nowhere) are nice to me. And another example of that is the situation I'm stuck in now.

" just take one more it won't hurt"

Ms Marie, a creepy old lady that most people under the age of 18 steer away from, insisted I ate another one of her freezer burnt most likely expired off brand pecan pie bites.

" No I'm fine Marie"

Let me introduce myself I'm Louis Gladney born and raised in Saint. I was an outcast with anger issues

(In the 3rd grade beat a student with a Judy moody novel after she ate my school provided lunch. It was justified by my mother considering we were a poor family living off taxes and tips) for the record I never witnessed or gone through any abuse so when I say this was a " accident " I mean it. My father was a well known doctor in the area. He decided one day the medicine he used on his regulars weren't enough considering their condition was getting worse by the day he decided once again to up his game. He had me an only child collect herbs for him. So I did, and he had a pacific list of things, and I mixed up one of the herbs for dill and I gave it to him. He was very tired I guess and didn't notice so he made the little concoction and fed it to his patients, which kind of caused just a teeny tiny little accident and when I mean accident, I mean he accidentally killed 20 people and left 36 paralyze the gas spread among the whole town and most people came down with a disease, death or an illness, but I was lucky enough to just pass out for a little bit. I'm not sure how long it was but when I woke up, everything seemed fine and dandy everybody was a bit pale, and they still are now, but I'm pretty sure that's just from the gas, but other than that I've had a great home life my parents aren't around as much now. they leave me home alone at times but I'm 17 years old and I'm old enough to take care of myself. I've even got myself a job as a window cleaner for $1.25 an hour . And I live in this amazing mini apartment with my roommate. She's a very nice girl, very paranoid and into ghost hunting though she swears up and down about feeling them and all this other crap that I just don't buy. Since she moved in, she's had a problem with me, why I don't know she just doesn't talk to me like at all. She won't even look my way she's acting like I slept with her boyfriend or something.