Meet me. Yeah the one with practically no family and the uncool hair that everyone kinda pokes at with uneasiness. Except Susie Adams. No, she doesn't regard me with easiness. She regards me as the dweeb who beat her boyfriend out of the Varsity Basketball Team. Compared to me, she had rather see a drowned rat than me. Well, she doesn't wanna see a rat but you get the idea.
I am an aspiring, well. . . nothing, really. I have picked at all sorts of jobs here and there since everyone has prodded me to pick something. My mother(dead) urged me to take up her career. Singing. Not gonna happen. While claiming I have the vocal pipes of an angel, people still look at me in sympathy/fear when I approach the stage. Mother's love is the ONLY thing it could be.
My's father. . . well he died without ever giving me much input as to what career I should choose. After all the hassle my aunts, school councellors(sp?), and Uncle Ed gave me , I kinda liked my Dad for dying. Don't take me the wrong way or anything. I just was glad for peace.
If you asked what I liked, I would probably tell you something normal like sports. Don't believe me. It's not I don't like sports. I just don't find it as interesting as most people.
This diary sounds kinda boring huh? Then, I'll skip ahead to where something a bit more interesting than usual comesmy way.
The AMAZING Story of Jess Becker Life Begins Here
