I woke up early one morning wishing I didn't have to go to school. I didn't want to face the cruel stares of my high school peers. They could never understand my day to day struggle with the evil that lingers through my blood. They just stand there and stare at me like I'm some kind of freak. The sad part is I know they're right. In this town I can't deceive people. They all know my tragic past. They all know who I truly am. I tried to deny it. They say blood is thicker than water. I believe that. The blood that flows through my veins has set my life. I will never escape it. People also have the idea of nature vs. nurture. Is it in my nature to end up the same way as him or does the nurture of my family make me someone else. I want to believe in nurture over nature, but it gets harder and harder to escape my nature. People say everyone can change. If that's so why won't the people in this town allow me to change? I don't want to be the monster they think I am. Everyone deserves a chance except me apparently. I dread the thought of them all being right, but if that's what people expect me to be then why should I disappoint.

Anyway, I got dressed and started another day of being frowned upon, of getting ugly stares, and nobody caring. I walked downstairs to the smell of burning bacon and strong hot coffee. As I got to the kitchen Angela asked me if I wanted breakfast, but I politely declined. Angela was my legal guardian and so was her husband Jim. I never knew my real parents. My mom was somewhere off in an insane asylum. As for my dad, he's dead…as far as I know. Jim and Angela is the closest thing I have to a family, but I did still wonder of what my life would be like with my real parents. This is why I hope for nurture over nature. If I go by my nature Idle be in an insane asylum like my mom or worse like my dad. Nurture is very unlikely though. Every time I start to think maybe nurture over nature is true I remember blood is thicker than water. Why must the sayings be so controversial? Anyway, I walk past Angela and Jim and walk to school.

I always hated taking the bus. I already had to deal with people treating me weird at school I wasn't going to deal with it so early in the morning. There it is again…nature vs. nurture. Were these kids brought up to hate me or is it in their nature? Why must I be troubled with the details of my past? It's not even my past. It's all his fault. I liked walking to school. I get to enjoy the fresh air and see things I wouldn't get to if I rode the bus. I passed kids jumping rope. How I envy the care free life of a child. Every morning I pass this coffee shop where I see Mrs. and Mr. Dawkins. There an elderly couple that's always whining and griping with each other. It always makes me laugh. It's the highlight of my morning. This morning they were arguing about him not mowing the grass. How I envy the trivial matters of the simple life. I walked past them and there I was at school. Time to start another pointless day.

I walk to my locker. As I walk by I see cheerleaders applying there makeup and Goths applying heavy amounts of eyeliner. I never understood the appeal for makeup of any kind, but to each his own. Then I walk past the jocks grunting like rabid dogs. The nerds beside them being bullied for homework and lunch money. Then the rest of the school was filled with fairly normal people. Then you had me. The guy that fits in nowhere because of his blood. This whole high school is nothing but a cliché…but then again what high school isn't. I walk to my rusty old beat up locker. The school couldn't pay for new lockers, but they were happy to pay for equipment for a bunch of brainless jocks to play a pointless game so they could be popular. The sad thing is they don't know that they're living the best years of their life and it only lasts four years.

I turn the lock and figures…it's broken. I open my worthless locker and look in the mirror. I see myself, guy with straight short brown hair and eyes as black as night. I had his eyes. Why did I have to have his eyes? I feared I would share his same fate. I would be known as soulless. I didn't want this to happen, but I am Dean Myers…the son of Michael Myers.