Breaking Point

The Beginning, Grade School, and Junior High

In the beginning, I was born on October 26 1999. I never knew my real parents, for all I knew, they were dead. I was adopted by a couple who thought they couldn't have children. For the sake of not wanting to share too much about my personal lives, let's call them Troy and Donna, and I will just go by Me, or I, or something of that sort. Being adopted, I grew up the only black member of my family. White people (or as I called them when I was 3 "Pink") were the only family I knew. I had never seen another person that looked like me. That was until, one day while strolling in the child's basket seat of a Walmart shopping cart, I saw a mother with her adopted child. That child, like me, was Black. My god, I was so excited, I was glad I wasn't alone. Eventually, I came to my Elementary School, which we will call Underlake, and by then I was surrounded by more and more white people. Though, at this point in my life it didn't seem to bother me, not a lot of people wanted to  be my friends, but I did have one friend. His name was Eric, and the two of us were close. REALLY close. He was one of my first best friends, though I didn't know why. Eric seemed to carry around this stick, like a cane, so as such I always thought he was British. A few months later, I found out that my friend was blind, so he couldn't even see me. After him, I gained more and more friends, each one more fun than the last.

Third grade rolls around. Third grade, was officially the first time I ever fell in love, of course I had no clue what that kind of love was, so in Grade School, it was nothing but a silly crush. For the sake of privacy matters, we will call her Gal. Now, the reason why I "fell" for Gal, was simply because, she was the only black girl in my class. There were at least two other black kids in my class aside from me, and there was one girl who was Samoan, but Gal, like me, was BLack. African-American, if you prefer that term.  For some reason, me and her just resonated, we became friends, and really close friends at that. Around 4th Grade, I then started to "Notice" girls, like all boys do at a certain age. I liked Gal because she had color, and was like me, in 4th grade however I then became more fascinated with eye color. My favorite color of eyes was, and still is, blue. There was this girl, who we will call Rachel, and she had these bright blue unforgettable eyes. Throughout Grade School I had many crushes, but non actually stuck.

We come to Junior High, easily the most forgettable time of my life. Apparently, at least where I live, there's a competition in Junior High, to see which kids can lose their virginity first. Which was weird...I understood it, but I just didn't know why. I mean yeah, the awkward year between 6th and 7th Grade is when girls hit puberty, and boobs grow in, and periods start. And that's when guys hit puberty too, so Jr High was really a cluster fuck of hormones. Girls started wearing lowcut shirts that showed their newly found cleavage, guys started wearing cologne and started to use gel in their hair. Then there was me, I had asthma so I never wore cologne, and due to my biology I couldn't wear gel in my hair, though it didn't stop me trying. Of course, in Jr. High, that's when EVERYONE is getting into anime. There were the Naruto kids, and the Dragon Ball kids, the FMA kids, the Ouran kids, and the newly discovered Attack on Titan kids. Being me, I never got what the big deal of anime, I mean I wasn't a complete dumb ass, so I knew what it was, I just didn't watch it. Or did I? During 6th grade, I would run home on Fridays, when 4Kids TV, yes I am THAT fucking old, would play Dragon Ball Kai. I watched Dragon Ball Kai, and saw it more as a cartoon instead of a full blown anime that BILLIONS of people obsess over. Eventually I decided to get into anime, for the sake of wanting to fit in. And when I did...I got into One Piece. And I was that chum who went online, and watched from the beginning up to the current point. So I was watching it, and I was enjoying it. Soon people starting lending me DVD after DVD of Full Metal Alchemist, Soul Eater, Dragon Ball! Although I stayed faithful to One Piece. Speaking of One Piece...halfway through 1st term, and 7th grade year. I found my very own real life version of Nami. For those of you that don't know who Nami is, Nami is a main character of One Piece. She is an attractive young woman who has a great taste of fashion, though post time skip Nami only wears jeans and bikini tops, and is the number one love interest of Sanji Vinsmoke. And Sanji's behavior towards her was almost exactly how I felt towards this young woman. 

She was stylish, had red hair, and was attractive. I of course became weak, and would do virtually everything she asked me to do. She...didn't really feel the same, to put it truthfully. But me being too blinded by the big ass, metaphorical, hearts in my eyes to see that she wasn't interested. Though truthfully, I think she was somewhat happy to have the attention, though she would let me know when I got on her nerves. Eventually 7th grade was coming to a close, and I decided I would tell my personal Nami how I felt. I did, but it didn't end well for me. as such, this was my first ever heartbreak, and was the first real jab at my "Breaking Point."