An Introduction
Hey, I’m Alex, Mortman. 16. Right now, my life is shit. When I was 6, my Mom and Dad got divorced, or as she called it “left us for a few days”. I cried for months when I learnt what that means. I still see him every once in a while, talk to him about stuff, like life. But he recently told me about some ‘news’ he needed to share, whatever that is. The only friends I have in my life are my little sister, Caitlyn and my classmate Julia. Me and Julia go all the way back to Kindergarten, when I used to breakdance, and she used to paint. Of course, I grew out of that phase, but she’s really talented. I keep asking her to promise she’ll remember me when she moves to Germany and becomes filthy rich, and she keeps telling me to ‘stop that’. My sister is 9, turning 10 in February, and is way more confident than me, she’s been telling people she wants to avoid that she moved to India, while I haven’t even come out of the closed. The only people I’ve told is Julia, Cait and Sarah Turner because she kept tickling me. Don’t judge me, I just happen to have very sensitive skin. We’re currently living in this big apartment setting in New York, which actually is my Mom’s ex-fiancé, Stan’s place, she still stayed friends with him and now we live with him, because it would be ‘rude’ not to. Anyway, that’s everything there is to know about me, or at least everything you need to know. Les salles de bain sont à gauche, something a stewardess at the airport said, I think it means something about life, whatever.
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