Joey grew up like any other stickman.
He went to school he had some friends and he had a mom, dad and little sister.
Joeys POV
I walked down the street to school it was a cold November day. The wind chilled my stick figure but I kept walking. Soon I aproched the tall grey structure of the school, it looked almost like a jail house.
When I stepped into the building warmth filled me but I blocked it off and went straight to my locker. I opened the squeaky door and unloaded my stuff into it. Today had started off just like any other day.
