When I reached a certain age, I wondered. I wondered what I would have done if my parents were still alive. I wondered if I would have had any friends if I weren't socially awkward. I wondered if I would have been popular if I were prettier and skinnier. I wondered if I would have been different if I changed my whole appearance-not for anyone else's benefit, but for my very own. But, all I knew was that I was done. I was done with being Fatty McBeth. I was done with being called Ugly Bethy. I was done with being kept in the dark of my family's secret. So, when my brother and his best friend told me our family created The Hell Riders, I expected some sort of punk rock band, not some deadly gang. I just didn't expect to be the cause of the rebellion.
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