First

Chapter one: A brief introduction of me

Do you ever wish you could just undo everything in your life, and try to fix it? Of course you do. If you don't, you probably haven't reached that point in life where you see the world for how it is.

Meaning, you're still very young

Now, I know what the world is like a little bit less so than most people. Probably because I spent my life inside until the fateful day I turned 15.

I know what you're thinking: What the hell have you been doing for 15 years? The answer is that I've done absolutely nothing with my life.

Nothing.

Nada.

Zilch.

I grew up with a heavily Christian family. You know the ones, the kind that protest outside of abortion clinics and put these scary quotes about Christianity on posters all over their walls?

Yeah, I'm stuck with those kind of parents.

My dad owns a Christian bookstore. Literally named The Christian Book store. It mostly has Bibles, stories of people finding their way to Christ's light, all that bullshit. There's also a few kids books about God, which make Him look absolutely ridiculous. I think they're hilarious.

He also is an active member of the Christian community club. Actually, that's a major understatement. My dad created the damn thing. He's like, ultimate club leader. People in the club look up to him like they would look up to Jesus.

Sadly, I do not exaggerate.

My mom isn't any less chill than my dad. She's the obedient housewife type. You ever look back at pre 80's commercials and you see that women were treated practically like pets back then? My mom is exactly like one of those women. She does all the housework, the cooking, acts like the damn soccer mom champion, and obliges to every single thing my dad says. If a robot could take my mom's place, it would ace the job within the first five minutes.

I am, fortunately, nothing like my parents. I almost was. But they saved me from that by letting me attend the biggest event in the history of my life at this point in time.

High school.

Again, you probably think I'm crazy. This kid has never been to high school? Or, why is this a good thing to him? To be frank, I haven't been to any type of school besides the Sunday kind. I've been homeschooled for years, and let me tell you that it sucks a lot more than you think it does.

But when I finally turned 15, my parents came up and said, "David, we're going to let you go to the high school for sophomore year. You can make some great Christian friends, and find yourself a nice girl to settle down with!"

Let me explain to you that neither of those things happened to me.

So, first day of school after the summer comes quicker than expected. My mom drives me up there, since dad's off doing Christian club things. She drops me off in the front, and as I'm getting out of the car, she stops me.

"David, wait a minute." She said in that 'you're doing something dumb' tone that a mother always has. I sigh and turn around to face her. She gives me a small smile, the corners of her mouth barely moving, and she kissed my cheek, leaving a bright red imprint about the same color as a tomato.

"Try to make some friends, okay? I love you." I muttered back a response, and after another kiss to the cheek, I got out of the car. She drove off relatively quickly, and I made sure to wipe the kiss marks off. Her leaving so soon wasn't a surprise. She had a garden to tend to, and dishes to wash with her horrible 'Girls belong in the kitchen' apron on.