Well, if you've gotten this far, you must want to hear it. My life story. Or rather, read it. I'm not raffling a lot because I'm just doing this to tell people about my life. I'm going to start my story at the age of eleven. I was a funny kid. Outgoing, class clown. I was everyone's friend. I had very little enemy's or people I didn't get along with. I was considered a good kid to my parents. Before I turned twelve.

You see, when I turned twelve, My father got a job halfway across the country. I was a little upset that he had to go live there for a bit by himself. A couple months latter, he surprised us and came back home for Christmas break. Along with the surprise, he also thought it was a good idea for all of us (My mom, 3 brothers and I) to move up with him in 1 month. I was a little map because I had to say bye to my only friends. So a month later there we were. A new place. I was a friendly kid so it wasn't a problem making new friends. I had my twelfth birthday and then school was out for the summer. By then I forgot about most of my friends. For the summer, my parents thought it was a good idea for me to go spend the summer with my parents back where we used to live. So I went back for the summer and that's when I discovered, TF2. I loved the game. I played it with one of my friends that I still remembered. He was my best friend. As a matter of fact, we are still great friends, to this day (if you haven't reed the info on my account I'm 14). Any way, We didn't play a lot, but I played it when ever I had the chance. We mostly play minecraft at the time but it got boring for me (its a great game but I played it way to much now I'm like uhhhhh when ever my friends ask to play it). I spent most of the summer at my grandparents playing on the computer and helping them out when I could. I spent 4 days in total at my friends house and that was the first time I played terraria. I love the game. Don't play it much though ( I don't want it to get boring so I play it here and there). Then I flew back to the place my family was. The grade 7 started. This was the year, were my life turned. It started out good but over the summer my friends found out about shop lifting. The things they stole were vapers. They brought them to school and they were smoking them all the time when there were no teachers around. Then they asked me if I wanted to try a vaper. I said no but they insisted. I took the vaper and threw it away from me. I told them if they asked me again, I would tell. I don't know why I didn't tell in the first place. Some kids saw that they were smoking them and then they told the teachers. My friends got in trouble. But instead of just them, they said that I was smoking too. I never put one near my face. We all got a big lecture about why we shouldn't smoke them. Then they called our parents. My parents were not happy.

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