My Messed Up Life

by tancred'sangrysister

Tancred Torsson's life is messed up. Very. More messed up than Lindsay Lohan. A series of one-shots with OOC's and regular characters.

1. Introduction

Look, I didn't ASK to be a storm-bringer. I didn't ASK to be a fourteen-year-old going through puberty. And I CERTAINLY didn't ask for this veggie burger you gave me, because it is downright NASTY!

My life was messed up from the start. When I was a baby, my mom said I liked to terrorize dolls. When I was three, I had a trash collection. When I was ten, I prank-called the headmaster of Bloor's. My dad says I'm not right in the head, and that I never was.

The weird thing is, I agree with him.

But still, chicks dig me. Maybe because I have a sense of humor. Maybe because I have spiky blonde hair.

Oh, shut up, Lysander. You're just jealous.

But no matter what the reason is, this is my messed up life. Enoy.

Oh, crap, I spelled "enjoy" wrong. How do you DO that?

I forgot to do a disclaimer. I don't own the Charlie Bone or the characters in it. There!