This is the story about a boy named Ja'Mar Dewayne McCallum II. It is my life story, thus far at least. This is not a fanfiction, all you read here is true. My life story isn't all that. I'm a 15 year old teen, learning more about life as time flows by, as a boat on a river. I'm your average nerd, super smart, goody two shoes, gamer. But life gets rough at this age. Really rough. My life was extremely normal, back then. I was just a young, innocent little boy. Everyone could tell I was going to be a... different child. Not only was I born Christmas Day, I almost came out the wrong way! Thank God for C-sections. Life was easy for me. I could do what I wanted in a world that was mine. No one could say I was fat, stupid, or ugly. I could jump off of cliffs made of bricks and land on the hard concrete valleys below, unscathed. I could skip boulders across oceans of rain water. I could run faster than all the big trucks that came by. I had so many friends back then. I was popular, no doubt. I had few enemies and a few secret admirers. Now that I look back, I miss my old life as a second grader.
Life wasn't as shitty as it is today. Life was kind to the kind. It was easy to live back then, watching "The Spongebob Squarepants Movie" and "Looney Tunes: Back in Action!" with momma and daddy and my sister. Then my first brother was born, and things... stayed the same, mostly. Then my SECOND little brother was born and we had to move to Colorado Springs, Colorado. Things didn't change much there, we lived there for a couple of good years in peace. My mom had grown homesick though, and so we moved back to Memphis, my birthplace. I had started 3rd grade, but something was... off... If you live in Memphis, TN, you most likely know that it has a lot of different people. There are the kind, quiet people. Then, there are the... umm... "louder" people. At least that's how I used to see them, aka my race. I've gotten acquainted with my race, though I'm a bit different. Anyways, I was in a world I was not familiar with. This was one of those "One does not simply walk into Endor" situations. I was naive. I wanted to make friends with everybody. Little did I know that people weren't so friendly to 7 yr old nerds. This is when things started going bad. I was made fun of all the time. No one really liked me. My closest friend was my teacher, Ms. Montague. And things didn't really change. To add insult to injury, the universe decided to give me at-home problems. Mom and dad started fighting, we were a workings class family going from paycheck to paycheck, and I had begun to grow apart from my siblings. I was the lame sibling. With life coming to a boil, the bills, the fights, and something else I really don't want to talk about, my parents divorced. I lived with my dad for a little while. The stress of life, having no friends, and my separated parents caused me to turn to two things: food and gaming. As time passed, I grew in size. I stayed inside more, to spend more time with my passion for gaming. By the time I was in 5th grade, I was a tubby shut-in. But as we all know, the story doesn't end there. We still have to claw through middle school.
