Much of this has to be left out. It's not suitable for readers underage. At all. If you are not 18 you can't read the full version of my teen years but you can read this version.
I'm a smart person, I catch on to things. I definitely got my eyes opened to my parents true activities around the age of 11. I hated it. I always thought my parents were popular or something, like they had a ton of friends. I didn't put it together that they were friends with strings attached until I really started to think about it. Why are these people here? What do they want? Why do they come back and why is this something my parents are ok with?
I'm only going to say this once. They were crackheads. Probably other drugs too. Who knows. By age 12 I was furious and I ended up swinging on my dad. I punched him in his mouth. I don't remember how exactly but I'm sure I was punished. Whooping just doesn't do it justice. I think beat up is more accurate. Oh well, I still hit him and that's what mattered to me at the moment.
I started to drink and smoke. The hurt and anger I felt towards my parents was consuming me. I needed anything to escape my reality. How could the people you love choose to live like this? We were barely scraping by, hungry nights, days of poverty, all to support your addiction!? This was something I couldn't change so I changed something within my means. I didn't want to be like my parents but I didn't want to live this way either. So let's get drunk! Yeah! Whoooo! Let's smoke some weed! Let's do anything but think of the disaster of a home I have to go back to! Anyway, now you know why football was my favorite sport.
Speaking of football, Do you know that my dad missed majority of our sports careers through highschool? Our mom came to almost every game though.
I started getting into girls and seeking relatable people. What I found out was most people don't relate to me. I had some luck though, I met some people who were freaking awesome. I got a couple (2) life long friends that I still hang out with to this day. I got a handful of people who I'd love to hang out with again and on the regular. I met my ex who I messed things up with and I've dated a handful of women that just wasn't for me. Some were perfectly fine, but can't relate to any of my struggles. One told me to act like her friend so her granddad wouldn't know she was dating me. *cough racist cough* That was just part of the deal breaker for me. One claimed to love me but broke up with me 4 months later. Don't worry we got back together later. It wasn't a smart decision on my behalf.
I had a ton of friends in highschool, that's usually how it works when you go to a small one. I didn't realize it then, but we were mainly friends because we were always at school with each other. After graduating I lost contact with almost all of them.
Sports is actually the only thing I miss from high school. I don't miss the "friends" the teachers, the stupid school work or homework. I don't miss them filling my brain with countless amounts of wasted knowledge that I never use. Do you ever use e=mc squared!? How about quadratic equations? The hypotenuse of the angle of degree that you flip this burger has to be exact, Steven, or your fired. Said no boss, ever. X=f in the equation of shut the x up and stock a shelf full of product. Sorry, I hope you enjoyed my little rant. The point I'm getting at is our schooling system doesn't prepare us for real life. Sports prepares you for real life better than school does! At least with sports there's a chance that you can go pro. If you take your sport serious enough you can do it. What you learn in highschool sports is built upon in college and pro levels. You don't need a chemisty to figure out how to score a goal or touchdown or shoot a 3. A lot of millionaires aren't college graduates. They probably hire the graduates and then pay them 60k a year. That's how society really works. Sorry again, I'm done this time. Maybe.
I didn't get bullied in highschool. That stage of my life was over. By this time, I had slimmed down, grew my hair out past my shoulders and bulked up playing sports. I was in the best shape of my life. I still loved to read, fish, play video games and draw. I can't believe I forgot to mention drawing until now! Poo on me.
So, readers, I like to draw :) I'm just mediocre at it though. I can explain it, I can teach it, I can show you how to do it. I just can't seem to do it myself to my standards. I drew Super Saiyan 1 Goku and Super Saiyan 3 Goku. Those are my best drawings. I also drew a my hero academia character who I colored too. It was meh. I should have used pen for the black streaks. I drew dark shadow and I'm not even going to attempt the guys name! Ok I lied. Fumekagi???
I scored a 21 on the act, could have went to college, was actually pretty close to going but decided against it for many reasons. My mom's health was a worry of mine. I felt like the people at school was pushing me to go to a college. I wasn't passionate about what I was told I should go to college for. I had a baby on the way! I turned down my senior year of basketball to be at my baby's first doctors appointment. I went to 99 percent, if not all of my child's appointments and I was there when my baby girl was born. I signed her birth certificate. I was 19 at this time. I am not like most Father's who don't want their offspring. I wanted to be the best dad I could be and I still want to do that. I want to be the dad my dad should have been. Let that sink in.
Now it may still be unclear to you guys. You might have questions. Why say that? What was so bad about your dad? Well, the only way I can answer those questions is by dragging my dad through the filth. He deserves his own chapter for certain, but I'll give you guys a preview.
These events are not in order. He took my dog by her back leg and threw her out the front door in the snow. She was limping and I thought her leg was broke. He kicked my mom out her own house at the same time. It's me, my mom, and my dog out in the cold. He was in bed with a chick named Becky? (always Becky, I swear, Beyonce knows all) Nothing happened according to him. He was either in the attic or basement with women depending on which house we lived in at the time. He took a knife and poked my mom on top of her head multiple times. He did so much stuff to my mom that she wrote a journal on it. He gets blacked out drunk and doesn't remember what he did the night before. At least that's what I think happens. Maybe he does remember and he's too ashamed to admit it.
I drank pretty heavy up into my early twenties. I smoked for maybe a year or 2, only weed and occasionally a nasty ass cigarette. Nobody thought it was weird at all, everyone was drinking and smoking anyway! It took me a long time but I realized that smoking and drinking just doesn't fulfill my want to escape the situation of a life I'd been given. Everyone would love to go back to their highschool days and I'm just really glad that those days are over.
I don't want to escape everything. I also don't want to escape anymore as my current self. Back then though, I desperately wanted to escape. I had no idea how to deal with things or handle the situations I was put in. I constantly asked myself, "Why me? Why do I have to go through this? Why is this happening to me?" I asked myself these things so many times that I started to form my own answer. "I don't know. I don't know why people are pieces of shit. I don't know why I'm in the predicaments I find myself in. What can I do to avoid these situations? What can I do to improve my lifestyle? I don't know."
See, there's no blue print to life. There's no structure that guarantees you'll have a mediocre life or a good one or bad one. You can go through all the schooling you want and end up with a 9-5 getting paid 10 an hour. You can be a highschool drop out and become a millionaire. You could be innocent and get framed for murder. Now, all my readers might know this but I put this in here because I didn't know this. I thought if I didn't go to college I wouldn't be successful. I thought putting myself in thousands of dollars of debt for an education that didn't relate to job experience was the only way. I didn't realize that back then, I made the right choice and saved my self a ton of money.
Alright readers! We are almost caught up on the summary of my life! Trust me, I left a lot out. A lot has happened since these events I speak of and there's more to come! I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to do another book that's restricted or whatever the highest rating is to be allowed to speak on a lot the things I skipped. Anyway, I have to work a lot this week so I can't guarantee any updates for a while. I hope you guys enjoyed my teens as much as I did..... It was fun..... Yeah.. But don't cry! Things get better for me! Kind of. Let's just say I trade problems. Next chapter will be adulthood to current times.