The Story of Matthias

I am not Matthias

I am not Matthias. I am his friend. He wants me to write more, so I am. I am going to tell his story. I guess I should start with his childhood. I don't know much about this time of his life, but I will try my best. Matthias was born on June 9, 1860. His father died of a heart attack, right out of the blue. So, he grew up with his mother. He went to public school, but didn't have many friends. But, that was okay with him. When he was eight years old, his mother lost her job. He did little jobs to make some money. Selling newspapers, painting signs, sweeping the sidewalks, etc. When he was twelve, he got a job at a local friendly toy store. He kept the shelves stocked, and opened the doors for customers. It didn't pay much, but he was happy. In school, he excelled in his English and writing class. If he did not have extra work, he was always in the library. He loved reading. He could be anything. A handsome knight, saving a princess, or a soldier, going to fight in a war. He loved to read. It was his hobby. Sure, he got teased because of it. But, it didn't matter, because he was happy. He never got into relationships, which he was okay with. So, he went on with his life. Now, like I said, I don't know much of his younger years. So I will tell the most important part, the present. This is where i come in. But this story is not about me. Not yet, anyways.