I didn't like middleschool. And by that time kurtis and Simona got divorced.
Josef and I fought occasionally but for the most part we treated eachother like brothers.
He wasn't let in on the reality of me not being an actual part of the family until 2012, so for the timebeing I think
his relationship with me was as real as my relationship with him, it felt real anyways.
I did well in science class but I remember being bitten by a mouse once. I felt that. I've always been extremely
sensitive to physical pain. I was taken to an alternative classroom for disabled kids and the enviornment
was very tailored to make the person in it relaxed. So I enjoyed that. After the stress of 6th and 7th grade and transfering schools once or twice I was put into a behavioral school for troubled children called Bearfield. I was put in the wing where the less violent children were.
That's when I met Greg. He was around my age and was friendly enough when introducing himself but my gut told me something was off about him the same way my gut told me something was off about Josef, I didn't feel the instinct to kill him in self defense but my gut told me to stay away from him. I never got that gut feeling about Eric, my current best friend. Unfortunately, I ignored that gut feeling and started talking with Greg. As we kept on talking it seemed like
he liked all the things I liked so I quickly forgot about that first reaction my body had to him and he became my new best friend.
I got the pokemon mystery dungeon red rescue team videogame. I put this in here because there was a moment near the end of the game where
Pikachu was floating in an empty space with a white light in front of him and he said "is this, my spirit?" That scene made me feel things.
By 9th grade I was at a jr. high school called west jr. Simona had been moving us all around town from house, to house, to condo.
David remarried and his wife became my "step mother". She was very distant, kind of cold. Even as a kid I could tell that she didn't care for me that much. David gave me a laptop at his house and I became interested in making my own rpgs. In 9th grade I started falling off of my performance in school because all my focus was on completing my pet project. A sort of love letter to myself called Final Fantasy 64.
Where Steven and Terra journey to the 4 corners of the map, collect the 4 crystals, and defeat the Dark Morph who's threatening to destroy the world and getting stronger and stronger as time goes by. When Highschool started I still hadn't finished Final Fantasy 64. I went to a disabled class run by a man named Mr. Cooly. There was a whiteboard in that room called the board of free expression. Or I called it that and then everyone else did. The space allocated to the students got smaller and smaller over the course of those three years but I always drew a stick figure wielding an impossibly gigantic sword. Think, Cloud's buster blade, x20. At this point I had been put on such heavy medication that I was practically a zombie. I finished FF64 though, although while I was working on it "the tower of space" which was my original concept for the idea got turned into "the tower of darkness" not because I wanted it to be that but because it felt more... true. More accurate.