SOOOOOO MY FELLOW FACES WHO THINK PETER WASN'T BAD, AND IN THE END WAS ACTUALLY A GOOD PERSON, THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO YOU!

PETERS POV

My past wasn't the best. I wouldn't have become who I am today without it.

My real parents had an addiction to the cigarettes that some people in Candor used. It started to get bad when I was ten. They needed to smoke all the time. They couldn't go five minutes without smoking. So they didn't take care of me or my four-year-old sister, Nadia. My parents stopped tucking us in at night, they didn't hug us or ask how our day at school was. The house always smelled of cigarette smoke.

I took care of my Nadia. I was all she had. But Nadia got bullied. In Candor, you could say just about anything. People said things to her like "I don't like you! You smell like smoke!" or "You're ugly." I know that they weren't such big insults, but it effected my sister a lot. She came home crying every day. It got so bad that kids my age picked on her. They laughed when she cried and kept mocking her.

But Nadia always had hope. She never gave up on it. "Peter," she would say when I was in despair. "Mommy and Daddy will get better." or "People will stop teasing me one day." I nodded and told her that those things would happen, even though I had given up all hope of a better life. I sometimes wished that I had her childish hope.

One day, I came across her being picked on by a boy my age. He said horrible things to my sister and she was sobbing. I couldn't take people picking on my sister anymore. I punched the boy in the nose. He ran away, holding his face. After that, whenever people were mean to my sister, I hit them, to make them leave her alone.

Then, one day, I met Molly and Drew. They weren't nice people. They were mean and enjoyed seeing people in pain. I only hung around with them because they were the only people who weren't afraid of me.

One day, when I was eleven, Candor officials came to our house. "Come, you're going to a new family," she said to Nadia and I. "Your current parents haven't been taking adequate care of you," she explained. I wanted to jump for joy. I would finally have a family that cared about me!

Our new parents were loving and took care of us. They tucked us into bed and hugged us. They asked us how our day was whenever we came back from school.

But my past always stayed with me. It changed me. It molded me into who I am today.

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