I remember stories from when I was younger. I would stay way past my bed time, reading the stories over and over. I could tell you every word of them back then. It was soon after my dad left my mom and I that I forgot about them. I started acting out. I didn't pay any attention in school any more, I did what ever I wanted when I wanted. My mom worked hard back at the Benbow. I didn't want to be around much. I Just wanted to be alone. I've been that way for about three years. If I wasn't out solar surfing, I was hanging on the roof or in my room. The way I liked it. That all changed one day though. Everything changed.