Changes: Yes, Tabbatha's name has been changed. All German and Russian were removed along with it. Tabby is now American/ German. Details were removed (Because let's be honest, they wern't needed.

So, my name is Tabbatha Peaso and I have a problem. My mother just got married to this douche bag named Bob Smith. Now I don't know about you, but that's got to be the most American name I've ever heard. Not that I have anything against Americans considering I am one, but whatever. Back to the problem at hand. My mom married this dude named Bob Smith and this is literally her 6th fucking husband in five years.

The first was my father, Victor Peaso. He was a lieutenant in the American army and was my hero. He saved thousands of lives while in service. Some people, like my mother, didn't understand. He served for 24 years before he died protecting the rights of others. He met my mother 15 years ago and died 5 years ago. Ever since then my mother has been a mess.

By mess, I mean she started drinking, doing drugs, and sleeping with random men. Most of the people she slept with regularly she married or she'd married the person who was providing her with drugs. Most were really mean and/or violent people, except for one of them. Mario Gomez. As surprising as it is, he's actually 100% American. Mario taught me how to defend myself and how to pickpocket off of people on the streets. Probably not the best influence on an 11 year old but Mario taught me how to survive on my own. Something I have to do more and more sue to Bob.

My mother, Pia Klein (maiden's name), was born and raised in Berlin, Germany. She only just moved to America after marrying Bob. There's not much more to tell about her. Oh, I know! She once ate 15 hot dogs. Now that's impressive.

Now onto the main character, as known as me.

My name is Tabbatha Peaso - Klein, or as I like to go by, Tabby Peaso. I have light brown hair that seems to only curl at the bottom. It goes a little past my shoulders and the tips are dyed platinum purple As well as my bangs which have finally grown enough to cover my eyes and go behind my ears. My eyes are a hazel shade though look more green if I wear light colors and more brown if I wear dark colors. I'm 14, 5 foot 3, love the color black, not a fan of meat, am the daughter of a slut, hate a man named Bob Smith, get's home schooled, knows how to pickpocket, loves the cold, and I'm currently watching Naruto Shippuden (english dubbed) with my 16 month old little brother named Les which is forest in Russian. Try saying that in one breath. *sigh*

I'm leaning against the headrest of our snow white, three person(Cushion?) couch with Les bouncing on my lap, giggling happily and chewing on my finger. Apparently, it helps while they're teething. Les' eyes are glued to the action packed fight scene between Sasori and Gaara on our flat screen T.V. Honestly, this kid is so violent. I bounced Les a few more times, his black hair flopping around. I know what you're thinking. Tabby, why are you letting him watch Naruto if you don't want him to be violent? Well, actually I have no answer to your question at the moment. A little violence early on makes a great fighter, I guess. Or so Bob Smith says. You know what, just thought of the answer to your question. It's a great way for Les to learn English. Yeah, I know. Les lives in America, but only knows German. Blame my mother. You can also blame her for leaving my 16 month old brother in the hands of a 14 year old. Yeah, me.I bounced les a few more times before picking him up and placing him in his play-pen. Which by the way, has a perfect view of the T.V.

I make my way over to our kitchen which, surprise surprise, is all white. Yes, EVERYTHING. It's so annoying, really. I go to the fridge and get out a jug of apple juice. As i set the juice on the Counter, I reach up to one of the cabinets and pulled down a sippy cup for les. I poured the juice into the sippy cup and started making my way back out to the living room.

"Look what I got, Les. Juice!" I called out to Les as I crossed the threshold of the living room.

Les turned to look at me with his hazel eyes; giggling up a storm. He reached his hands over the top of the playpen, grabbed the sides, and stood up. He stretched his hands out to me, waiting for me to bring him the juice. I Handed him the sippy cup and went back to my spot on the couch. Reaching in my pocket to pull out my phone, I heard a strange sound come from the direction of the tv. I looked over to the playpen to see Les pointing at the tv and making puppy dog eyes. When I glanced over to it, my eyebrows pinched together in confusion. I'd watched this episode a few times before but had never seen this scene. All it showed was a clearing in the middle of nowhere. The scene didn't change and no characters showed up on screen. I started to think that the tv froze when I felt a soft tugging. Sort of like a large vacuum being turned on right next to you. As the tugging got stronger, I started to get more freaked out. I lept up from the couch as I heard Les start crying.

I hurriedly picked Les and his sippy cup up and was about to run to the front door when I lost my footing. Believe it or not, the tugging got so strong that it started to pull me towards the tv. We probably we not be dragged into the tv I hadn't put it on the ground. But, well, Les and me actually went through the tv. After that everything went black.