1 Who am I? (and other random stuff)

Hi, my name is Jimmy Jacobs. But you should already know that if you had bothered to read the description of my story. If you did then congrats, or whatever. If you didn't then that means you are just like my friend Roy. He skips everything.

I'm here to talk about me and the sorry excuse that is my life. If we want to be literal, I shouldn't even exist!(Let me explain, cause this sounds depressing) I am a fictional character, I wasn't saying that I was 'a mistake'. Thanks for assuming. So anyways, I should probably thank the author for creating me in the first place. "Thanks for dumping me in a deranged family, author!"

I was being only slightly sarcastic. I should probably be happy that I have a family in the first place (and not be living in a garbage can fort on the side of the road), right?

Sorry, I'm rambling.

For the sake of the plot let us go back and start everything all over again. Don't worry, I'll stay on track this time...hopefully.

My name is Jimmy Jacobs and I live in a country called South Africa (and no I do not own a pet lion or go out hunting for raccoons and antelopes for supper). I live in a nice town inside of a nice house with my brother, parents and an overweight cat.

My little brother's name is Stanley Jacobs. My parents names are Susan and Eric Jacobs (my mom and dad's names consecutively. It would be pretty weird if it was the other way round). I have a best friend called Roy Calum.

I am in ninth grade and go to Rivensdale High. My other friends once mistook it for a place in some movie with short people and a dragon. I dunno why really.

I struggle to get past the crippling work, tests, assignments, projects and exams (two of them may be the same thing but I just rephrased it so that it looks longer and more gruesome). Like any boy in any school, I try to avoid awkwardly bumping into teachers outside of the school building, and try to do the complete opposite with schoolgirls in my grade (Or occasionally one bellow. Beggars can't be choosers).

Um yeah...what else is there to know? Do I eat my cereal with my hand or my foot? I honestly don't know what more to add. My life is quite boring actually. But is that any news for you? You are spending your time reading this after all. I can add that I am not the popular kid in any sort of circumstance and like to keep to myself, as a way of reducing potential cringe worthy experiences and-or confrontations down to a minimum.

I don't want to give everything away all at once so this is going to be a very short, very brief chapter of my life. Let's quit dillydallying get to the proper stuff shall we?

'What am I doing?'