Chapter One: Prologue

Yeah yeah, this is MY story. MINE. Not Rosie’s, her life’s too weird. And confusing. I still can’t believe we’re cousins, I mean, great-uncle John didn’t even have a girlfriend never mind a wife.

But I’m getting off track.

My life began on the 16th of august, 1990. Born in the shittiest shithole you can think of, and I mean it. My parents are both criminals, but that just makes them sound nice. I mean, my mother’s a prostitute, my dads a thief and he always gets what he wants. You don’t say no to the big guy. He looks kinda like a fox/wolf thing, but if u told him that, then you’d better be suicidal. My mother? A fox, wearing revealing clothes all the time, smoking, and her hair’s purple by the way. My dad’s fur is green like mine, and he’s got those weird red stripes as well. You’d think he was a hedgehog, but that’s just outgrown fur. At least that’s what he said to me with a knife in my face.
When I was a kid, I’d have to wear my old great-uncle John’s clothes from when he was a kid, and wear his boots and stuff. I couldn’t play with the other kids; if I did I’d be beaten. Wow, I’ve had a really good life, no wonder I’m such a jerk. Ugh, if I could go back and wrench that knife out of my father’s hands and slice his throat like he did to those helpless girls…
Yeah I saw him do his dirty work once or twice. Does that make me a criminal too? Well I guess being in prison for 3 months does make me a criminal after all. In case you’re wondering, I didn’t kill anyone. I just stole a lot of cash and stole someone’s identity. I did my time, I got out, and everything’s back to normal. As normal as they can be anyway.

Well, I want to get on with my life. Start over. Forget my family, my past, and what I saw as a kid.

That’s what I hope anyway.