Ok look, it wasn't my fault I got in so many fights, I just happen to attract bullies. Im not neccesarily good at comebacks, but when my fighting instinct kicks in, it can get pretty ugly. If you think this is fiction, or something, well good for you. Keep reading. I envy you for being able to just have a normal life, no bullies, must be pretty nice. I'm pretty lucky to be able to tell you this story anyway. Well, I might as well actually start writing now, before another one of his servants come. Let me see, where to start... Oh! I know just the place to start. It had been a nice day back in California, good weather, few clouds, the occasional bully, you know, the usual. I was hanging out down at the beach, making friends, having a burger, gettin' a tan. “This is the life” I said lazily to my friend Tanner. “You said it, bro” he replied, half asleep. Suddenly, a shadow came in front of us, blocking our sun. “Yo there, do ya mind movin? Tring to get a tan here” I said to the guy. He had light brown freckles on his face, a pudgy nose, and quite a few layers of fat on his stomach. He looked about our age, maybe a year or two older. “Listen” said the boy, “get up or get your face pounded” I sat up. And what I saw changed my blood to ice.