I had actually finished 'Playing God' for those of you who were interested in it, I had actually forgotten the e-mail I used for this account..and wasn't able to actually update it, so I'll go through it tonight, proof-read and publish it sometime this week, each chapter on a different day, unless I get exciting or something, ahaha.

BUT! I figured I'd give Kenny some love and start a story for him, I don't want to give too much away with what it's based off of, so I'll leave it alone until a later chapter, for this is the prologue lol.

Apparently when I was three years old, I had recieved my first art set. I allegedly had also mentioned, upon receiving said art set, that I wanted nothing more in life than to be a world renowned artist. Of course, the fact that I don't do anything except draw and doodle made me believe that I actually had said something similar to that comment - of course, in a three year old manner.

But had I actually asked if I did really say that? Or if there were any documentation of me ever making such a remark to my so called parents? Video? Photos of my 3rd birthday in general? Well, I had never thought about it. I never gave two shits about baby photos and my whole life, I never really thought about my family having any. I always assumed they were replaced by my newest school photos, which they have been, since the current photos on my family mantelpiece were a photo of me in my Junior year, my brother's senior portrait and my sister's 8th grade photo.

So, where I'm getting at was not "Was I ever three years old?" No, of course not. We all know that I was three at one point in my life, but there isn't really much documentation proving such a claim. There's picture after picture of my little sister's birth, her first, second, third and even fourth birthday but there are none of me before the age of five. Why is that? Why was I told that I had spouted a ridiculously mature statement at three years old that you could just assume I could have done by looking at my current 18-year-old lifestyle?

Of course, I had asked my parents for legal documentation of my birth, photos of my birthday parties before 1999 or maybe my social security number but each time I had came up to them with such requests I got an answer like "Son, they're in the attic, too much work to get them" or "Your grandmother has your legal documents in the basement at her house in Georgia because we were worried we would lose them."

Any other child would take this and shrug it off like nothing happened because most likely, they look like their parents enough to know that they in fact are their child or they've actually seen a photo or two of their alleged childhood that they can somehow not even remember.

So, I guess you know by now where I'm getting with this..but if you don't, I'll kindly explain my hypothesis. And, like any hypothesis, this could be completely wrong, so don't quote me on this.

I believe that I was adopted and they don't want to tell me.

But I could be wrong.