"Johnny come down from your room now!"
My mom screamed as I was eating my morning cereal. Oh I forgot to mention, my names John and I'm not the normal kid you would think of. I have 3 other close friends, and by friends I mean that they appreciate me for who I am and don't care what I look like. "Mom, I'm coming"
It's the morning before school starts up again and I'm in 9th grade now. My mom (Joy) is mad at me because I accidently slapped my sister, and now she's crying. I have a disease called gerontory, and before you think about it the date is 2054.
