1 Based on a true story

When I was little, the only thing I can remember the best was making plastic houses for fun. It was the best thing to do really. I had a spoiled sister, and a big brother who just shut himself in his room all day. Didn't know why at the time, but I watched him play his games on his computer for hours on end for months, or even years. I liked watching and seeing what he would do, it taught me a lot, and I learned more from watching him play games than I did in school.

School was a drag, I got bullied and made fun of for no reason, I tried making friends, I traded juice boxes for friendship I guess. I just wanted someone to hang out with and have fun. Every school I've been too has only gotten me only a few close friends.

Anyways, my life all changed when I was 9 years old, I saw my sister struggling to make newspapers for this company, and she had to pass them out in order to get paid once a month like 70 dollars, and I, the naive, gullible kid that I was, said it looked like fun and wanted to help my sister. Little did I know, once my Dad found out, he made me do it. And over the years, all the money I worked for, all went to my sister. And then all HELL broke loose, after 2 weeks I wanted to quit. And my Dad kept telling me like it was good money and all. And then my sister told me to keep going even though she didn't even help me when I was the one working and she was getting the money. I mean sometimes she helped but... not really. This "Job" continued for years...

As I grew older, my Dad would take my big brother to do construction jobs, and I was like 'oh nice he's getting good money.. right?' And later I found out, my Dad owed my brother money, and that my Dad couldn't be trusted. But as a teenager I was still very easy to be controlled. So when my Dad found out that my big brother got a real job, he left him alone. Then he went to me, and told me a bunch of stories to keep me motivated, and the young, hot-blooded youth that I was, I was like 'Yeah! Lets do it Dad!' and that continued for years. Yet I was getting pissed off. I should be doing homework, learning in school, and continuing a normal life.

You thought wrong if you thought this was a normal story. You see at 9, I cried for some reason I'm not sure, and my Dad found out, and said 'Men don't cry', and proceeded to take out a leather belt, and hit me with it till I didn't cry. This continued constantly, and my sister decided to take advantage of that fact. So whenever she wanted something, she would cry and get it, never got beatings or any of that sort. And whenever I made fun of her, or anything, I would get dealt with by a leather belt or a lot of yells. One time I punched her in the face just because she tried taking advantage of me, and it didn't go her way. I heard Dad coming up the stairs, and I begged my sister to not tell Dad.. Which she did of course, and I got the belt.

When it was my birthday, we had our god-parents come over and give us gifts. I got like a toy gun, and other things. While my sister got like 3 EyePods and such. And I was jealous as hell, not to mention I hated her to the bone. Every time it was her birthday she got overly expensive gifts while I got chocolate, or a soccer ball.

Anyways, my daily life as a teenager consisted of doing this: I eat breakfast, go to school, sleep in school, pay no attention whatsoever, walk back home, eat dinner, have 18 minutes of gaming time or watching my brother play. (4PM) Then after 18 minutes my Dad came home, he would yell at us for not cleaning the house before he got home, and then after he ate, he would take me to do construction jobs with him till about 11 pm. Then I would sleep. And I would have 2 days a week to finish making the newspapers otherwise I'd get yelled at or dealt with.Then rinse and repeat continuously for months and years.

By the way, the payment I got for doing these "construction jobs" with my Dad, I got Mc D's for break, that's my cut out of the couple thousands he just made.

Finally I snapped, something in my mind, just broke... I just felt a surge of anger..