My life sucks. Why is my life torture? Is there anything I can do to fix my life?
Oh, wait. I should probably introduce myself first. My name is Adrian Smith. I am 16. I'm not what you would call a bad boy, but I'm not exactly a good boy either. I'm not fat or skinny. I'm somewhere in between. I'm not the strongest, but I'm not the weakest. I do excellent in school. I'm not the smartest, but I'm not the dumbest.
However, I sometimes get bullied by that mean jerk Zachary Smith. He thinks he's such a tough guy. He shoves me around like he is the boss of me. And the girls simply adore him because he is so tough and suave. Why does he pick on me? I wish I could get my revenge someday.
I sometimes get urges to go for girls, but I don't. Instead, I focus more on my social life and my studies. I stop myself from chasing after girls. In short, my life is pretty Spartan.
My mom's name is Isabella. She once told me her name was Isabella Garcia-Shapiro before she got married to a man named Ezekiel Smith. Problem was, it turned out my dad had cheated on my mom long before they got married. When my mom found out after they got married, she was devastated. They eventually divorced, but my mom was never the same again.
Today, I got back home from school after my weekly fencing lessons. It was a long day and I was just tired and beat. When I got back from school, I surprisingly found the house to be empty. That was odd. "Mom?" I called out. I closed the door. No response. But as I listened, I heard something upstairs. Crying. My mom was crying. Concerned, I dropped my backpack and walked upstairs to her room. I knocked on the door softly. "Mom?" I asked cautiously. My mom stopped long enough to call out "Come in" with a choked voice.
Slowly opening the door, I found my mom on her bed. She was looking at some old photographs and sitting on her bed. "Mom, what's wrong?" I asked calmly. She looked up at me with her tear-stained face. "Come here, Adrian", she said, motioning for me to sit next to her. I sat next to her. She showed me the pictures.
The pictures were taken years ago when my mother was a little girl. They showed her back then when she was 10 years old. Most of the pictures featured her with her old friends. But three figures that stood out to me the most were two boys. One had an F-shaped head. He wore purple pants and a khaki shirt and he had green hair that was quite messy. The other boy had a triangle shaped head. He had blue shorts and an orange-and-white striped shirt and had red hair that was also messy.
"Who are these two boys, mom?" I asked. That was apparently the wrong thing to say because it brought a new onslaught of tears from my mom. I patiently waited as she cried her feelings out. After a few minutes, she calmed down enough to tell me. "This boy is one of my old friends, Ferb Fletcher" she said, pointing to the green-haired kid. "And this is Phineas Flynn", she said, pointing to the red-haired kid. Flynn. Where had I heard that name? Have I heard that name before?