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3/8/15

        The school counsellor decided I should keep a journal. She was really careful to call it a journal and not a diary. This is the first time she's done her job I think. Mostly she just tells us all to sign up for the SAT but then is never in the building when we try. 

        Anyways, this is my journal. Should I introduce myself? My name is Triston Brown. I'm 16 years old and a junior in high school. One of the younger students in my class. I'm about 5'7" and 160 lbs. I have green eyes, and dark brown hair thats about an inch and a half long and curly. My nose is a little wide and my arms are a little long but all together I think I'm a good looking guy. Most girls agree. What else is important about me? I'm class president and I'm in my schools enrichment program. I managed to land in enrichment back in third grade becasue the school decided to give me some sort of IQ test and I scored above the 130 minimum, they won't tell me how much higher though. I don't think much of it anyways. The other students in enrichment are the future dictator of the world and a deliquent girl who never seemed to do anything with her intellect other than plan her next felony. I was on the wrestling team for six years, I played football, baseball, and track all for three years. All together I'm a pretty well rounded person I think.

        So today is Sunday and I haven't really done much. Dad drug me off to my grandmother's to visit, I played games on my computer and practiced my guitar at home. My mom left. She said it was only going to be for a few days and she was going to stay with her friend during the time. My sister cried and I'm pretty sure Dad did in the bathroom but it was his fault anyways so I don't get why he did. I didn't cry. Today was the first time Dad asked me if I was alright in months. The conversation was short. Just a few texts because he didn't want me to see him cry.

        "U ok buddy?"

        "Yea I'm fine."

        "Things will be ok bud. I promise. I love you to no end."

        His grammer while texting always bugged me but I didn't say anything. He was still in shock over the fact that he managed to scare off his wife of 17 years. 

        About my parents, they married when they were 18. I was concieved a month later on a night involving lots of alcohol and a broken condom but I didn't mind. I did know I was the only reason my parents were still married though. They always fought and they always made my sister cry because of it. That got to me more than their actual fighting. She was only 13. She didn't need dysfunctional parents and she couldn't handle them either. When her friend died in a car accident a few years ago she resorted to cutting her own wrists. It was obvious she didn't handle stress well.

        Oh well, I'll write some more tomorrow I guess. I need to work on some homework.