The story of my life.

Chapter 1; Douche face.

It all started when I was about 11. My adopted mother got a boyfriend.

I walked in to the house after my first day of middle school. I was so excited to tell my mom about my first day!

"I'm sure she like you!" My mother shrieked.

"Okay whatever you say." I heard a new voice.

I didn't know who it was. I crept down behind the table so I could listen but apparently that didn't fucking work because I heard my mom clear her throat & say, " Honey, I want you to meet my boyfriend."

What the hell?! Did she just say boyfriend. Ah fuck no. I stepped out from under the table & brushed off my pants. I slowly looked up to see what this guy looked like. He was about 5'7" & really chunky. He was so ugly. My first thought was that he looked like a white Mexican. But then I thought 'why the hell is my mom seeing him?' I mean c'mon, she's tall, skinny, & really tan with long jet black hair & sparkling blue eyes. Welp, I guess he might have a super good personality.

"Susan?! Are you even listening to me?" My mother exclaimed.

"Uh no sorry." I spoke barely louder than a whisper.

"This is Jack. Jack this is Susan." My mother pointed from me to him.

He stepped forward & took out his hand that was earlier being shoved down his pants. I looked at his hands in disgust. He was literally just scratching his balls with that hand. I mean do I look like I want an STD? Well if you really are wondering I don't. He realized I wasn't going to shake his hand so he just shoved his hand into his pockets. I looked up at my mother who was giving me an 'I am going to kill you later' look. Well I didn't want to die, so I looked at Joe or whatever his name was & told him it was nice to meet him before I stormed off into my room. Yah that was a real good impression douche face.