The Life Of Ry9Lives- A Young Youtuber

Chapter 1- The Beggining

Ry's POV

I was born on June 22, 2004 in a wonderful place named New Jersey. When I was 10 days old, I moved over to California for the first 8 years of my life. I was a "devil" my Grandpa says. I made lots of noise and was annoying, but clam and kind at the same time. When I grew to the age of 6, I went to an Elementary school lets call it just...School. When I was in kindergarten, I was the shortest kid in the class (Now I'm the 5th tallest in the grade). I got picked on all the time. In first grade, only one kid continued to bully me. We called him, "Dylan A". He was the worst kid to be around even when he was happy. I still haven't figured out why he only picked on me, but he did. Lucky, I that same year I got my two best friends in my class. There names were, Jo-Jo and Marco. I had met them in my old preschool, Robin's Nest. They stood up for me through thick and thin. One day after a day of working hard at school, I was heading to Boyle Park with Marco, and Jo-Jo. Dylan followed us into the park. We went to our secret spot. After about 30 minutes of playing soccer, Dylan showed up. We all froze. I looked up to see my enemy. I told Marco and Jo-Jo to leave and get my brother. My brother was taller than him and he could help. The too off running as fast as hey could. I then remembered that my brother was in an after school class for another hour and I was suppose to meet up with Jo-Jo's mom. Dylan turned around and was about to run after them when I jumped on him and brought him to the ground. I was laying on his stomach when all of a sudden, he pushed me off, got up and grabbed me by my light blue shirt.

I yelled "Let me go!"

He covered my mouth, but I bit his hand. He took his hand away and wiggled it in the air looking at the teeth marks. By then, he had put me down. I was still frozen in shock, I couldn't move and even if I made a run for it he would catch me. He looked at me with a grin on his face.

"Bad mistake kid" He smirked

"Very bad mistake".

I gulped and as soon as I knew it I was on the ground groaning. I got up and felt pain grow inside my stomach. I looked at him. He looked at me. He swung again and hit me right in the face. I felt another sharp pain, but this time it went from my jaw to the top of my head. I spit only to see a white tooth pop out of my mouth along with red stained spit. I looked at him. He was about to take a third hit when I ducked, punched him in the gut, grabbed my tooth, and booked it. I got out into the open field, it seemed empty. I heard hard footsteps. I ran as fast as I could not looking back. I found the opening to the woods and sprinted. I stopped at a clearing ad sat on a stump. I spat again, but my spit was starting to turn pink. I started rubbing the dirt off me when I felt something streaming out my arm. I had a big scrap on my arm. It was bleeding huge amounts. I took off my shoe, then my sock. I put my shoe back on and wiped my scratch with the sock.

After about 10 minutes I headed back to the park area. There was no sign of Dylan. I met up with Jo-Jo. I must have looked hurt. He looked at me and then they both hugged me.

"We tried to find help, but we couldn't, sorry," Jo-Jo said with a sad look.

"Yeah sorry Ry. I hope you'll be okay," Marco added.

"Thanks for being my friends and sticking up for me when nobody else would," I said back.

We walked over to the car park. I looked at my watch. It read 4:00 pm. My mom showed up 2 minutes later. I walked to the car waving my friends good-bye. I would see them tomorrow, but that was an eternity.

Authors Note: Thank you for reading the first chapter of my life. Tell me in the comments how you feel about my friends Marco and Jo-Jo. They are real people, and sadly so was Dylan A. I hope you enjoyed. Don't worry there will be happy moments. Many, many happy moments Good bye. :D

THANKS.