Introduction
My name is James Gordon. I am thirteen years old. I used to live in a big brown two story, 5 bedroom house on a small farm in the middle of nowhere. We were completely surrounded by corn fields. Indiana had corn everywhere but North Judson was the worst. The barn was outback, that’s where we kept all of our animals- two cows, four chickens, one goat, and two pigs. Billy was my favorite, that was our goat. He had two heads. My dad got Billy for me before he died of cancer. I was only seven. I lived with my mother, her name is Susan, and my older sister Heather. At first we didn’t talk to each other, but it all changed that dreadful month of August, 2013. I was eleven years old when my grandfather died. My sister Heather had just turned sixteen a week before. I wasn’t upset. I never even met him. My mom said it was best if I didn’t meet him. I never knew what she meant by that, until now.
