A Deal With The Devil

Chapter 1: The Explanation

Hello, my name is Max Goldenburg. Although, I'm not a very proud person when it comes to my name. I am writing to explain the truth, no lies, no rumors, just pure truth. So, let me start by explaining who I am, considering I have 'all the time in the world.'
Let me start off by saying my early life. I was a normal kid growing up, all the way until I was 17. I had two parents who loved each other, a cute Golden Retriever, he was a pure blood, and even a younger sister. I loved her to death. To clarify, however, my parents names were stereotypical. My dad's name is Bob, and my mother's name was Katrina. Everybody called her Katt, though. My sister's name is Lisa, of course, Little Lisa was cuter, so everyone picked the latter nickname wise. Then, finally, my dogs name, as hard as it is to remember, is Goldie. Original right?
Moving on, I was always an +A student. I had this yearning to learn. I had always been a nerd, as well. I was 230 lbs. by the age of 11. I had always attempted to pull of long hair, and wore black clothes to look more slim. I had bad acne, and would always hear insults swarming me in the hall. Although, I was never bullied physically until Junior High. Speaking of that, let's fast forward to Junior High. My first day it went well, several girls talked to me about how I'm doing, and what not. A few even asked me to date them. It was wonderful. Then, my few 'friends' started laughing, along with the girls who had asked me to date them. Even a few bystanders were chuckling. I ran down the hall way, my feet making loud thumps, which triggered even more laughter. I went to the office, called my parents, then went to home schooling. I later came back in High School, just to attempt to be normal and attend prom. I was 16, only to turn 17 in nearly a whopping 3 months. I was excited. Knowing that this isn't needed, I'd like to state I was turned down by every female. I still attended high school. Nearly a year later, when I was 17 about to turn 18. I had came to school, had a great day. I was fortunate enough for everybody to not realize my existence. It was perfect. Until a jock named Josh Stilltner came along. He stole my backpack, and placed his pot in it. Which isn't a big deal right? Then he told the school. He said I had flaunted it around. As if I knew anything about drugs. I thought he just stole it, but no, he had framed me. I had the cops called in on me, and was arrested for possession, and was looked down upon for my actions by not only my family, but the school, and cops, as well. It's not that bad though, right? Guess again. My teachers flunked me, despite my efforts, and correctness. The principal and school council wouldn't help, because they didn't care. Even my parents believed I was going down the wrong path. I was, in every single way, FUCKED. I went home, one day, early. I went to school, attended 3 periods, then left. I came home to an empty household. I walked upstairs, to my room, and I admit. I sobbed. I sobbed, and I sobbed. When I was done, and calmed, I sobbed more. So I went to my parents room, and I went into my dad's side table. I pulled out a drawer, I retrieved the Glock he kept in it. I put the gun to my head, then I pulled the trigger.