Vulneratis: The Stories of Christian Vanover

its a sign of the times.

Trauma, a word used to describe an event that ceases to leave your mind more times than other a bad moment. Translated to Latin, the dead language is "Vulneratis". Well actually traumatized. "Ed" past tense. As in previous. It happened is different from is happening. Past tense. To truly understand "Vulneratis" let's start from the beginning. I have to warn you though. Not everything in this book is true to everyone who is in it. It's my truth. This is no journal this no way to take out pent up emotions by writing a story. Know that. This is my life. This was my life. Is is different from was. Is happening, has happened. Past tense, over.
Third Grade. What a time right? You've just learned what "the talk" is and its both the funniest and grossest thing you've ever heard. But yet the only thing talked about. You discover dating and girls and cliques and it truly is the start of your life. Or the start to an end, like a race. Yes it has a start but also an end. Let's call it an optional race and by it I mean life and by race I also mean life. And optional well,I think you know what I mean. I had just moved back to Michigan from Kansas where my dads job was stationed. There I had made my best friend in the enitre world. Abby Bock. The tall girl with straight back brown hair. She was funny and kind and always listened to my problems. She knew exactly what to say to help. I missed her.
Third grade for me consisted of, cussing, relationships and bestfriends. Most of that time was a soap opera. I met my best- my friend Jorden. Not that he was a bad friend, not that any of these people are bad friends. In this book no one is a bad person just people who made bad choices, bad movements in this chess game of a life, except for I was the only one to be checkmated. Third grade was like a flash of lightning. I won an award for being nice, I met Jailyn Taylor. And had a little crush on the small brown haired girl who liked to call herself "Billy Bob Joe", I met Mackenzie Themm. One of the best people in the entire world, I also met Jakob Vonlinsowe. The set "troublemaker" for the entire year, and every year after that. He was the "toothless wonder". And I discovered the worst part about life. I hated my body. Caught up?
When the first bell rang in fourth grade and Jorden Allen, who I just found out had known me since we were three wasn't in my class. I freaked. He had been like a support system. Like my assurance. That summer had been a good one. Besides me leaving his house in the middle of the night. I was nervous and fat and shy. What can I say? Good thing my Mom was there or there would have been major issues. I walked into the dimly lit room now terrified of what lay beyond. I sat wherever I wanted to as the white board instructed me to. I sat there in silence, shaking my knee, as I watched my Dad do. Shaking your knee was basically biting your nails, a way to relieve anxiety. Not that fourth grade would be my most anxious or stressful year. Fourth grade couldn't hold a candle to what was to come. But when your in that moment as a kid who hadn't had any experience yet. This was a stressful moment. I began to shake my knee profusely when the most small and fragile sounding voice fills my ears. "Could you move your head please" I turn to my left just enough to see the peach colored blond girl smiling ear to ear with dimples that looked like tiny dots on a huge white canvas. "Uh-Yea" I stutter in a nervous haze. The first words of many to a dance of many twists and turns. Now those words are evil cursed. What if's are mainly what they are now. What if she had never said anything what if I didn't sit there that day. That day, that blighted day. That same day in fourth grade many names were called out, "Gracelyn" The tall lady in a yellow dress called out "Yes, But I go by Grace" the girl who would soon become one of the most important people I'd ever met said stumbling over her sentence. "George Cannon" the teacher called "Here" the dark colored boy said spitting out a piece of eraser, as I would soon to find out he often did. "Johnathan Capistrant" the chubby boy with spiked hair said. "Mackenzie The-ye-em" the teacher strainingly said "Them like thumb but with an E" the girl said perkily. Now Mackenzie was different she was tall with straightened down hair, her face covered in freckles. She had kind eyes, and never swore. 4th grade could have been the worst year of my life. My "friends" had a song to the rhythm of "We are Family" mostly because we were. Our group was so tight-nit not even teachers could break us apart. The song went " We are family..dunh dunh, even though you're fatter than me." For a long time I was convinced the target of the song was meant for John. But I soon came to realize that the song was about me. 4th grade passed. John dated Grace. Aaliyah with George and Mackenzie with an outcasted member of the group Ashton. Ashton Smith was his name and he went on to become the most down to earth guy I'd ever meet. 5th grade came. 5th grade everyone showed their true colors. My best friend Jorden transferred to my class along with his new friend Jakob. My only memory of Jakob was his horrible behavior and loss of teeth, from the third grade. My new girl best friends, Aaliyah,Mackenzie and Gracelyn. And my guy best friends Jorden,Jakob,George and John in one classroom. What could possibly go wrong? I got over my crush and onto a new one. Grace Propes. As aforementioned she was "dating" John. But one day as were released for recess the small girl in the orange coat grabbed my hand and did not want to let go. My palms started to sweat as hard as water flows, but still she held on. I looked at her in a new light. Grace went from being my sister to being my new fixsation. I did not like Grace I was in love with Grace. And for so long I thought she felt the same. More and more we started to hold hands. I revealed my crush to my one and only day one bestfriend. Jorden. One day I tried to grab Grace's hand before we went outside as we did often. This time she pulled away. After what seemed like hours, I tried again before she climbed a slide. She screamed in my face "STOP TRYING TO GRAB MY HAND!, I DON'T FRIGGIN LIKE YOU" the small girl shouted. "I don't even like you anyways, you held my hand first!" I stuttered to say back. Grace and I didn't talk for days. Until her current boyfriend Ashton broke up with her. She hugged me and Aaliyah as she told us the story. I fell back in "love" all over again. That year is so memorable. And if I told you everything I'd have to rename my story "My Elementary school Experience". Major key events were the news that my new acquired bestfriends John and Mack wouldn't go to middle school with the rest of us. Jakob and Aaliyah started dating, Jorden and Mack broke up, Grace and I still weren't together, I rode my first waterslide, I cried for the first time from being bullied, I turned 12, I reached a 12.9+ reading level and lastly, I still wasn't prepared for the terrors of middle school. And the worst part is we are just getting started. Why should you continue with this story? If you have ever felt like your alone in your own little world surrounded by people but at the same time the happiest person on the planet. Read this story. If you're not, you don't know what world you're living in. Sixth grade. Six classes. Ironic right. Lockers,classes,grades and missing assignments but then life throws in two more thing into the mix friends and relationships. Balancing grades was hard enough even without dealing with my problems.. I still had my massive crush on Grace, Aaliyah was on a different team, which meant different classes,different friends which ultimately ended up in us living different lives. Somehow in this craziness Jorden met Aaliyah and I think you can infer from there. To truly know my story, you once again have to start from the beginning so let me sum it up. Aaliyah and Jorden were an on and off couple, Jorden was my bestfriend, I turned fat(ter), Grace had turned me down more times than white kids saying derogatory terms, and I still didn't understand math. In West Middle School not understanding Math meant IM or intermediate math classes. Coming from a rep like that was not the best, "stupid,retard,dumb--hmm maybe shouldn't mention the choice words I was called. My IM math career was a snooze. Most of the math we were supposed to be learning was overshadowed by my red bearded bald middle aged teacher. Mr.Brisson. Brisson was the type to "scratch his nose" but bleed green solid stuff. He liked to talk about his weight loss journey and his 5k mile run. Apparently he was engaged to a lady who always looked afraid in the pictures. Back to my story. In this bland classroom with slight posters and a water machine that glugged every hour is where I became friends with one of the most important people in my life today. Peyton Beckham. To get into her story I have to finish the others. Let me introduce the man with no introduction mostly because he does not exist "Christopher Darrell Vanover". Buckle up because we're not even halfway