Undercover Love

Growing Up Part 1

As years went by, life got boring. I started to go to home school. Yeah I know it sucks for the people that have attended home school. Since Bobby was older, he was in a higher grade, which meant different teachers. That means we didn't talk as much. Only on the weekends because that's when we had free time and chose to spend it with each other. I loved Bobby in a brotherly way. He is six years older then me  but he SO not my type. During our time with each other we usually played video games or even toss a football outside. But most of the time we didn't talk and it was weird at  some points. Like to the point where one of us had to get up and leave. In total my life was pretty great. I knew one thing for sure that home school sucked. There were no sports, or gym, or even extra class such as art, computers, or music. Plus the hours of home school was double the hours of normal school; for example if you have six hours of school we would have twelve. And we would have to wake up extra early then needed. Bottom line you are suck in your room for twelve hours with a stranger called your "teacher". Also there was no reason for you not to do your homework or projects or any thing due for your next class. They only teach us math, language art/english, science, social studies, and any foriegn language you would like to know, mine was Latin. Its a dead language which means no one will understand me when I am flipping them off. Bonus!

When I am upset or unhappy I will change that in any way possible. I was upset.... no..... I was Super mad with this home school classes. I hated it. It was slow and the teacher that I had was a werido. I mean like he would stare at my boobs. And thanks to him I started to wear baggie clothes. I got sick and tried of this that I had enough. So I went to Dad (Started to call Ron that after being so use to his fatherly ways) and complained up a storm. Every day, any moment I would get into my convincing phase and try to work my magic. Thank the lord that I didn't need to use all my magic on him. After two weeks of my complaining, he gave up. He replaced my teacher with a beautiful twenty-five year old girl. He also gave me music lessons. I want to continue my lessons with piano and guitar/ electrical guitar. So everyday after my home schooling I would go into the music room and practice with each teacher for about two hours.

My studies were getting better, because I had someone that was the same gender and young like me. In addition I was very advance in my instruments for my age. Soon my studies became easy, to easy like solving one plus one. One day I finish my homework and lessons five hours earlier so I went walking around the house. In the basement there is a gym. Its pretty big, it has its own boxing ring, punching bags, free weights,fitness machines such as treadmills and exercise cycles, and other gym related items. I had found Bobby with a personal trainer. They were doing some warm ups. That's why he always looked so fit. I probably gain ten pounds by now. I don't exercise because there's no point. All I do every day is sit. My butt is probably the only fit body part I have. Once again I got mad from this. It wasn't fair at all. Then once again I used my special power to convince him that I was getting fat and needed to work out like Bobby. He fell for it even though he didn't believe that I was fat. Now my days are full. After my music lessons I would go down to the gym and practice with my teacher. It funny because she not only my teacher for home school but also my personal trainer. We have bonded very well with these times. I even spilled some of my deep dark secrets to her and yet she able to hold on to them.

Sometimes during training, Molly(teacher/personal trainer) would set up a game between me and Bobby. So we would fight or play against each other with our coaches in sports. And every time my team would win the guys had to pay up twenty dollars each to us. I would use this money for the motorcycle or even new paint supplies because I started to get into free drawing. These challenges made my toughness/ roughness skills get better because I really wanted to win some extra twenty dollars. In no time I became fit and strong, stronger then Bobby and Mickey(his trainer). These games would be held every Friday night. During the week we would practice the game we would play even if its a game that we never heard of. We never played a sport twice. Its always new game never repeated ones. That what make the game so much fun.

All of my anger was release during these games. It help me find my peace and calmed me down when I need it the most. And it got me closer to Bobby and his and mine trainer. Soon we were one big happy family. But deep inside of me I knew something was still not right. I still needed real friends, going out and meeting people on my own. But I knew that was impossible. If dad ever found out I went to the city or even in town he would staple me to the wall's of my room to make sure I will never leave again. He never let me out in public, and if he did it would be rarely. Since he was a FBI agent he was well know in the criminal world. Dad is afraid that "Bad" people will try to take us and use us against him. That's the only reason he has for us not to go in public with out him. And most of the time we want to go he would be at work or say that he has important things to do that cant wait for later.  So once again I'm locked away in a tower waiting for my knight in shining armor will come and save me.

Yeah right. This tower is highly wired with hightech techonogy, and other police things. This witch is not that stupid to let a boy in metal whisk away his adopted daughter. Good luck for any one who would like to take a shot at saving me.

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