Whats up guys I have decided to write the history of my beloved character Peter Sane. If you guys have no idea what I'm talking about check out my other stories all of them except the Travis story involve him. This story is going to explain everything. At first it was a one shot but then my power went out before I saved. So after a fit of rage and stomping around like a baby I decided to make this into chapter's. I don't really know how many chapter's it will be exactly but who cares really. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: You know.

Peter's POV

Where do I begin here?

I think this all started back the day before my thirteenth birthday.

Six years ago

"Peter!" my mother yelled.

I groaned not wanting to go to school. That place was hell on Earth.

"Peter hurry." my mother yelled again.

I got out of my bed and threw on a white t-shirt and sky blue jeans.

For some reason I always wear those colors one way or another. I guess it's just a habit or something.

I kept thinking about the dream that I have been having the past few weeks.

I'm walking around a destroyed brick building and wolves are running around me.

Anyway I walk into my bathroom and brush my teeth.

When I'm done I look at my reflection I groan out in frustration.

My hair was a rats nest.

"Damn it hair." I said to myself.

All of a sudden the air conditioning started up and the air hit me in the face so hard I couldn't see.

When I could finally see again I looked at my reflection again and gasped.

My hair was combed and perfect it even looked freshly washed and dried.

Yep my Schizophrenia is acting up again.

I have always had weird episodes were things just happened that shouldn't have.

That and my ADHD is enough to separate me from all the other people in my school, but of course that wasn't all. What sealed the deal were my eyes.

They were blank white with black pupils.

"Peter!" My mom yelled again.

"Shit." I said to myself as I ran downstairs to quickly say goodbye to my mom.

Jessica Sane was one of the nicest people planet and she had dirty blonde hair like me and tan skin just like me except for some reason my skin was much more tan. She was also short compared to me who was as my "friends" put it freakishly tall.

"I'll see you when you get home sweetie okay?" mom said as I kissed her goodbye.

"That is if I can survive another day." I said under my breath as I walked out the door.

I had to run to catch the bus just before it left.

"Hey guys Insane is here." a guy yelled.

Yes, Insane. Clever right? Well it hurt whenever people called me that because it just reminded me that I was different.

I started walking to the back of the bus when someone gingerly stuck their foot out and tripped me.

The whole bus erupted with laughter as I got up and glared at the guy that tripped me.

Matthew Anderson.

"What's happening Insane?" Matthew said snickering.

"Matt please just leave me alone." I asked but of course Matt responded by chucking a piece of paper at my head.

"Why? Your so fun to torture." Matt said with a chuckle.

I sat down in the back of the bus and pulled out my pocketknife.

And before you ask. No, I'm not homicidal or suicidal. It was a gift.

It was a gift from my dad before he died.

He loved to fly and one day his plane went down shortly after I was born.

The pocket knife was gold and had five pull out tools but I never pulled them out. I had no reason to.

Sometime's when I'm alone it turns into a sword and then back to the pocketknife.

I never told anyone because who would believe me right?

Anyway while I'm examining it I feel something wet hit my head.

I look up just in time to get a spit ball in the eye.

"Fifty points." Matt yelled.

I just put my head down trying to drown them out.

I did my best to hold back my tears.

After all I am different.