Ya, so, This is basicly gonna be a REALLY long story about a teenage superhero name Boy Bionic. I "Invented" BB up about four years ago, and thought that I should write his WHOLE story. Hope ya like.
I was born into the world the usual way. My parents were happily married and excitedly expecting their first child… me. But something went wrong. My mother went into labor over a month early. The doctors warned her that the early labor could cause a miscarriage. At the very sound of losing me, she panicked and had a heart attack. The doctors urgently revived her and told her that she was dying unless she took some medication. They warned her that the medication would save her life, but would be fatal to me, the baby inside her. My father told the doctors to give her the medication, but my mother refused. She died so I could live.
My father never forgave me for my mother’s death. As soon as she was buried and I was out of the hospital, he fell into a spiraling depression. He began taking various drugs, most of them illegal, and started losing his temper often.
As soon as I could walk, my father started leaving me home alone a lot. Sometimes it was for hours, sometimes it was a few days. I can even remember him leaving me home for a week once. Eventually, my aunt started sneaking over to our house and would feed me and take care of me. When I was six, though, she died of cancer.
As soon as I was four, my father enrolled me in preschool. He never drove me to school, and never drove me home. I had to ride the city bus every day, and at my age, it was dangerous thing to do.
Although home was a troublesome place for me, my popularity in school skyrocketed from the start. I’m not really sure why… Maybe it was because of my over-sized sunglasses, which I always wore to hide the black eyes I would receive during my father’s outburst of rage.
By the time I was in junior high, I was considered one of the coolest guys in school. I would always lean against a wall chewing on a toothpick in my sleeveless jean jacket and sunglasses, which were still too big for me. The girls would always crowd around me and attempt to flirt.
After junior high, I moved on to high school and eventually learned to drive. Are ready for the real story to start? Are you sure? Well, here it is. My story.
To be continued.
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Anyway, I hopes for crit, compliments, questions, sugestions, and other comments. Post away peoples!