The Cool Kid Chronicles
It was just another day, after school, alone. The Kidd, before he had adopted the name. His life up to this point had been consumed by school due dates and constant appeasement to his strict family. Loving, but strict (at least half of it was). The false loving embrace of drugs had claimed his father when he was just a baby, and his mother had immediately fallen for a man with two kids of his own. The path leading up to the present had been rough and rocky, filled with blood, snot, tears and the like, but that didn’t matter because it hadn’t changed the Kidd. He had always been the weird, sad, fucked up black sheep in contrast to his step brothers ( one older, one the same age). His emotions had hardened to stone, and in contrast to his younger self, he never cried. Never really showed much emotion at all, it had all been sucked out of him by the negative void that was his house.