The Gum Cover

Sticky, rotten gum hidden under tables. Revolting. I sigh, as I accidently felt under the desk. Why the hell do people stick their gum under the table, it's a habit of mine to place my hand on my knee and shake it up and down I just can't snap out of it. 

  9:30 I read the clock. It's only been 5 minutes of Maths class and i'm already over it. I don't even need  maths you see, i've already planned my life to be the biggest procasinator in the world. Hah just joking, I don't even know what I want to be yet, my life leads more into acting but it just could be I want to be on TV. 

 9:32 I read the clock again. Two minutes of procasinating wow. Let me tell you a bit about myself. I'm Collin Spencer, 16. I was adopted by two Welsh parents, although they have no Welsh tradition at all. I'm a bastard, my biological parents were teens when my biological mother was pregnant I found this out when I could actually think and put puzzles together, that I didn't look Welsh at all and had tanner skin then my parents. By the time I was 10, I asked them about my biological parents. They were drunk teens at a party who didn't use a condom, idiots. It gives me serenity though, I could have been in a biodump or burried underneath the ground without ever experiencing life. The light or happiness. I give kudos to them for that. I want to meet them one day, I just have this adrenalin in my to meet them, some would be angry at their parents who abandoned them... I have a saying  'Everyone has a cover, a Gum Cover that hides someone's personal story.' That is what I believe with my biological parents they have a Gum Cover that needs to be ripped apart to discover the real history.