I don't really know where to begin but I'm going to take you through a part of my story. Its not a good one but just stick with me it gets better. My name is Kingston but everyone calls me King K, I'm 17 and I'm just trying to stay alive. I got caught up selling drugs. No I'm not a gangbanger or anything like that, but I get treated so awful at home I don't ever want to wonder when my next meal will be. I was adopted by my aunt and her boyfriend after my parents wrapped their car around a tree, they died instantly. I was bounced around in the system until they "rescued me." They brought me home and things were good at first until she got her new boyfriend, but we shall cross that bridge when we get to it. This is all for now, lets get started with the real story... My Story...
