(IGNROE FHIS OR TAKE FREE POINTS IDC) Hello, my name is Jackson, but you can call me Jax, for short. I’m 15, turning 16 soon. I have one brother and one sister. Their names are Jonathan and Eve. I am the youngest out of both of them. I consider our bond pretty strong. We tell each other almost everything.
Today’s date is April 3rd,1984. I live in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, my home city. I’ve practically lived there all my life with them. Our parents are divorced, so life is reasonably tough to start off. My mom supports us the most, meanwhile, we hardly ever get to visit my dad. Mom never looks forward to telling us why. Throughout most of my existence, I’ve always been curious as to why we aren’t allowed to see him much. I’ve always thought that maybe he’s a drug addict, a psychopath, something like that. Maybe he just didn’t like us and didn’t wish to take care of us, and support us. Besides that, as a teen, I have pretty much always had a normal life. Mom would wake up every morning to prepare breakfast for my siblings, and I, then she would head off to work, as the three of us walked to school. In school, I have constantly been regarded and known as the ‘Smart kid’ to almost everyone who attended my school. I mean, I was never really bullied for it, I just didn’t have any friends, and I was clueless on how to make any. I know, I know, I am vastly intelligent for my age, but I’ve just never experienced having a friend, or even making one. I was never desperate for a pal, and I didn’t mind if I was a loner. It all began in class in my first year of highschool. My pupils, and I were preparing for a test. Before we began though, our teacher allowed us to use the restroom before starting the test we were assigned. I took the chance, and jogged to the restroom. It was around 8 feet away from our classroom, which isn’t bad. Once I excitedly walked out of the restroom stall, I slipped on water from the sink that I remember seeing being thrown out by these younger teens who were messing around earlier. As I slipped, I fell on my bum, and not quietly, but not loudly whispered,”Ouch!” As I tried getting up, I realized I couldn’t. I was scared, but perplexed at the same time. It felt as if I were paralyzed.