My family

Imagine a grassy field with an old man next to a child. The child is PLEADING FOR MERCY!

That's me, not the old hag, but the child. My grandfather made me train every day. I was not fun.

So on that day I ran. When I was that age, I thought I was running like hell. In reality, I was only running like a baby that just learned to walk. My grandfather just stud there, watching me. When I finally got to the tree, I started climbing. When I got the the top I didn't want to go down. "You're wasting your time little brat." He said. The last thing I saw was light, and I felt pain. My grandfather must have brought me to the house because I woke up, there. My hair it was different. I wasn't just different it was fricken YELLOW!

*YEARS LATER*

I just had to keep walking. My grandfather just made me have to go to the finals. So I kept my cool and told myself "I'm going to die" Over and over, yeah. I didn't help. When I got there. I saw some kids, one was wearing earrings. With RED HAIR! Oh wait it's brown hair... Soon I got to the top of the mountain.