Wake up already this is reality

Chapter one

Hi....um... I guess you can call me Ash? I don't know, I don't care, why would I? I am just an average kid going to an average schooling institution, so yeah... I am not much up for talking, it's weird to me, I never thought in days I would be able to build up enough strength to write, let alone speak. I am not a great kid, but I'm not a bad kid either, I guess I am in the middle, I don't get in much trouble, or as I like to call it, I just don't get caught, I mean I guess you can up it that way? Meh, I don't know, I don't care. I guess I get good grades, I do go enough in school to be able to make it out unnoticed, the most I speak is with friends or being spoken to by a teacher or anyone, I don't quiet like to start conversations, I mean, who wants to speak when you can listen, it's not like I am mute or anything, I just chose not to speak, it's kind of fun when you think about it, but sometimes when I do speak my voice can get all raspy, it's not the funnest thing in the world.

Now my family, I have a mom, a dad, a real brother, two step sisters, and one step brother, most of them have already moved out, my dad works away a lot, so it's kind of just my brother, my mom, and I. We have one dog, we used to have a lot of animals but my mom said when I was younger she let them go be free, but I think they died. We also used to have four dogs, two of them dying off, both of them were boys, Poggy, which where my mom is from(Which is the Philippines) means hansom, at least that is what she has told me, the other dog to die was named Jackson, I think he lived to be about 15 maybe 16, he was a good dog, but his legs were weak, I miss him, and Poggy, I think he was about 10? I don't know, he was maybe a year younger then my when he died, but we still have two other dogs, well, one of them is up with my grandparents, her name is Tropper, she's a golden lad, I think? Poggy was I think a Bichon Frise, Jackson was a black lab. The dog we still have is either a Toy Poodle, or a Party Poodle, her name is Roxy, we got her from my aunt when I was younger, she's a goo dog, but she always runs away from me, she is scared of me I think, she always starts shacking around me, but I swear, she's a good dog, I love her with all my heart, I love all my pets with all my heart, other then all the fish I killed(oops) yeah, I was a kid at the time don't blame me! I didn't know you weren't meant to over feed your fish, and forget about it on accident, but I tried! Plus I was six at the time okay! I am still a kid though, only 11, my school year is ending, but I still have time to go, I should be doing homework and what am I doing, writing a story, wow, I never thought I would ever do that, but who cares, ha, maybe people can see the inside of my life or something, oh man this is going to be one hell of a time.