• It was a silent, cold winter night. Too cold for the crickets yet too warm for snow. The silence surrounded all in a cloak of dispair and loneliness. This was no place to be for any man, or at least what used to be a man. I remember it so perfectly, yet do not wish too. This was the night i left this world, this was the night i died in the fires of my burning house, well murdered is more like it.
    It all started one year exactly from my death day. It was the day i moved to New Port. It was a small fishing town on the east coast. My father was having his midlife crisis and uprooted our entire family to live out his dream as a fisherman( like the douche he is) and destroyed our lives.
    I had two younger twin brothers, and an older sister. We all got along fine until we moved to New Port. It was just about time the two losers hit puberty and just added to the suckiness of life. My sis was the only one who i really talked to before my death and i thank her for being their for me through everything.
    When we moved to New Port i didnt really know what to expect, and when i saw it i fell in love. The town was nestled just below a mountain range that extended some 30 miles. A waterfall sat behind the view of the town making it look like something out of a book. Even my brothers were amazed with how beautiful it was.
    The people of New Port were friendly enough but some seemed to hate me and i didnt know why. Malcolm was the ringleader of the school "gang" and he hated me the most. Ill admit when i was alive i didnt appreciate how handsome i was until i died. I was tall and muscular, with dark hair that covered one of my eyes. I hada california tan and played football most of my life. Ill admiti did catch a few peoples eyes, ecspecially Jennifer, malcolms boyfriend.....