See You in Hell

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.