"My life started out normal you know that? Well relatively normal anyway, I went to school like everyone else. I had friends like everyone else. However, at Home things were a little different for me, compared to my friends. Everyday I went home and did my homework. After my homework was finished, my parents made me do physical training. I either had a two hour run or two hours of weight training, depending on what I did the day before. Then after that it was language studies. My parents were forcing me to master a new language every three months. By the time I was ten I was fluent in Spanish, French, Italian, Latin, and Russian. Then as if that was not enough I had one more physical exercise. My parents had me signed up for a different program every week day. Monday was karate, Tuesday was judo, Wednesday was kick boxing, Thursday was boxing and Friday was ju jistu."

"So surprisingly enough I was in fantastic shape. I was extremely quick on my feet both mentally and physically, I was both a sprinter and a long distance runner, and of course I was a very skilled fighter. So like I said a mainly normal life but you know you the work at home I had just grown to accept. It was hard but, it was my parents way of showing they cared so I enjoyed it. In fact I enjoyed my life plain and simple. It may have been strange to some people but to me it was perfect."

"Sadly however, that all changed one night. I can still remember that night clear as day. It was a November night. The 28th to be exact a Monday. Anyhow there had been a karate tournament that night which I had taken part in. So my parents were driving back from the tournament with my parents congratulating me on first place. We were travelling along the road very slowly my dad had to be very careful because of all the ice on the road. Even at the slow speed I could still feel the car struggling for grip. So we came to this bridge that passed over a lake. Now this was a very old bridge so old in fact that the sides of the bridge were made of metal not concrete. So we were slowly driving along when suddenly there was a loud bang. The car immediately jerked to the right and headed towards the railing. My dad tried to slam on the brakes but accidentally nudged the accelerator. By time he corrected his mistake it was to late the car slammed straight into the barrier and went straight through it. The car went over the edge and plunged straight into the water. Here is when things get a little fuzzy. At this point I blacked out from slamming my head into the drivers seat. When I woke up I was in a hospital bed with a doctor standing over me."

"Ah good your awake, how do you feel?"

"Horrible".

"Not surprising after the bump you took. However I need you to answer a few questions for me. What is your name? How old are you? and What country are you in?"

"My name is James Park, I am 13 years old and I am currently in the United Kingdom, England to be specific".

"Good it appears you have not sustained any loss of memory when you hit your head. Sadly however that is the end of the good news. You have broken your left shoulder, a few fingers in your left hand and your right wrist is sprained".

"What about my parents Doctor how are they"?

The doctor put his hand on my shoulder "I am sorry but neither of your parents made it".

I stared at the doctor "NO, No that can't be right, they can't be dead!"

"I am sorry".

"No it can be", I yelled as tears began to fall. "They can't be dead, they just can't be".

"The doctor gave me a shot of something to help me "relax" in other words he drugged me so I would fall asleep. I stayed in the hospital for a few more days until the doctors said I was good to go. I was taken to a children's home since I do not have any other relatives so therefore no legal guardians. I met the head "parent" of my new home. The mans name was John Green. He told me basic stuff, I would go to school, no fighting, no weapons etc, etc. After our talk he sent me with this Jake Johntson to pick up my stuff from my house. Jake was a nice enough guy he helped me pack up my clothes, my books and my laptop. When we got back "home" Jake showed me where the kitchen was, the bathroom and finally my room".

My room was tiny it was probably about ten feet wide and ten feet long. Now that would not be so bad except I had to share this room. So there were two beds, two dressers, and two desks. Meaning that there was practically no floor space, it did not help that my roommate seemed to just throw things on the floor. I put my clothes away , stacked my books and plugged in my laptop. My laptop is a very nice laptop top of the line HP computer cost my parents over 5 grand to buy. They said I needed it for my studies. After I finished unpacking I just lay on my bed waiting for my roommate to arrive.

It was half past four before my roommate showed up. He was tall probably six feet had black hair green eyes and white skin.

He nodded at me "Im Alan Mason".

"James Parks".

"So you're my new roommate?"

"Looks that way".

"Alan sat down at his desk and pulled out his homework. The room was quite except for the sound of pencil on paper, then suddenly our door slammed open and another person walked in. This guy was even bigger then Alan he had to be closer to seven feet. This guy had blonde hair black piercing eyes, a tattoo of a dragon on his right arm and a pierced left ear. He also had the do what I say look about him. Classic look for a bully.

"What do you want Scott?" Alan asked.

"I believe you owe me twenty pounds"

"No I don't" Alan said.

"Yes you do, you see I want to go buy some beer and I don't want to spend my own money so I figure you can pay for me".

"No way I'm not paying for that", Alan said.

"Then I'll just beat you up again like last time", Scott said.

He stepped towards Alan raising his right arm back, I could see the muscles building up in his arm. If Scott did hit Alan that punch would leave a bruise that would last for weeks. However, Scoot obviously had no training because his feet were off balance. Meaning he was only getting a third of the power from his punch. When Scott was about three feet from Alan, Alan caved.

"Alright there is twenty pounds in the top draw of my dresser".

"See was that so hard". Scott said, as he opened the dresser and took twenty pounds.

For the first time Scott seemed to notice I was here.

"Who are you?"

"New kid", I said.

"Well new kid did you know that there is a ten pound new resident fee."

"No".

"Well I guess I will collect that fee.." Scott's eyes lit up as he saw my laptop. "I think your laptop will cover that cost".

"Your right it will but you are not getting it".

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry Scott do I need to break it down for you I am not giving you my laptop so piss off".

Scott smiled "I'll over look that because your new, but I wont again, now give me the laptop".

"That was very generous of you, but my answers still NO".

"Then I will just have to take it from you".

"You can try but I would not recommend it".

"Scott glared at me and walk towards me. I got up off my bed and stood in front of my laptop. Scott stopped in front of me pulled back his right arm and swung it forward. I ducked underneath the blow and quickly jabbed Scott in the stomach twice. The jabs made Scott double over and as soon as his head was down I used a right upper cut sending him flat on his back".

I stood over Scott with my fists still clenched.

"Now get up and piss off, before I really get mad".

"Scott groaned but was able to get to his feet and walk out the door.

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