Prologue
There are a few people I can truthfully say I trust. First up is my adoptive father, Josh Roland. He's single and in his late thirties. I've never really called him my Dad, and he's okay with that. We live in a small apartment in Manhattan. Sometimes though, he's gone. Usually he's back in a week, tops. So sometimes, I'd be left alone in New York. It wasn't exactly the safest thing to do, leaving me in an apartment in freaking New York City, but hey. You live, and you learn.
In the times that I wasn't left totally alone, Josh's friend, Clint Barton, would keep an eye on me. When I said earlier that leaving me alone in the city was a bad idea, I can kind of take care of myself. Like that one time when I punched the living daylights out of the robber that used a crowbar to pry the lock off the door.
I noticed that Clint, unlike most New Yorkers, had looked calm and collected when the break-in happened. In fact, he looked like he was ready to leap into action himself. I ended up breaking the robber's nose anyway. After we called the NYPD, Clint didn't look surprised, or even fazed. He looked a little impressed. But that was when I was eight. I'm fourteen now.
I wanted to wait to upload this, but I couldn't! Sorry if its extremely slow-
Colby Roland: Well isn't that the understatement of the century.
Ryter: And short-
Colby: Well duh.
Ryter: SHUDDUP! Ahem. Please review. You don't want a green troll breaking down your front door.