the year is 1823, a young man by the name of William Joseph arnoldson had just turned ten, but at the age of two years old his dad abandoned him, he lived in a little house with an abusive mother she'd beat him each day for fun just cause she was bored, his mother was a drug addict and a alcoholic shed drink a half a bottle of wine or whiskey every day, when William started school at the age of five people picked on him cause he had bruises all down his arms and his face, even the teachers would pick on him, at the age of ten William started cutting to try and relieve the pain of being bullied and having an abusive mother, at the age of eleven he started hurting small animals for fun cause he was the little guy in school and he was bullied by bigger kids, in his situation with the small animals he was the bigger person so he tortured and killed the small animals to make himself feel good, at the age of twelve his mother found out about him hurting the animals so she locked him up in a sanitarium for three years to get him psychiatric help, in the first year he'd talk and the doctor's found out about his history of being bullied and abused by his mother, with in three months of being locked away from the outside world he started to kill other kids in the sanitarium to make himself feel better, the doctors would always have to be by his side after that but by that time he had already killed five kids and four teenagers at the age of twelve,the doctors had to keep him in a straight jacket for a few months but one day when they weren't paying attention to the camera in the room he broke out of the straight jacket and hid in a corner with no light in it, the doctors looked at the camera and couldn't see him any more with the straight jacket laying on the floor, so they sent a nurse in the room to find him, the nurses name was Anne Elizabeth Johnson, she went into the room calling his name three times... she turned around and got stabbed twenty eight times and died
"Wait!" I yelled. "I have knock-knock joke."
"Go, quick."
"Knock knock."
"Who's there?" He asked.
"Cows go."
"Cows go who?" He asked.
"No, cows go moo," I said. "Taaa daaa!"
"Okay, now get out of my way," he demanded walking past me.
"No, wait-"
I was cut off by Dylan throwing me over his shoulder. He scooped me up so easily as if I didn't weigh much. His arm was strong holding my waist securely and his shoulder was comfortable under my stomach.
Once upon a time, there was a normal girl going through High School. She had really rich parents and she got everything she wanted. Everyone loved her because of how sweet she was. She was completely healthy as well so she lived happily ever after!
Wait! Cut! That is not my life story at all! Let me tell you the real story...
Once upon a time, there was an awkward 17-year-old girl going through High School. She had never met her parents and had to live with her idiotic older brother, William Johnson. They were not rich at all. They didn't even have a house to sleep in. Most people in her school hated her because of how sweet and bubbly she was but she was just trying to make them happy. And let's just say she had a very deadly disease as well.
Now that is the life story of me; Naomi Johnson.
And I don't believe in two things;
1. Happily ever afters
2. Hope
Because I can't just hope that my life will be happily ever after because I know it's not.