I have a poll on my profile for who I should ship Peyton with!

Hello. So, before I introduce myself I am going to do a sorta backstory type thing.

When me and my brother were younger like 3 to 7 younger we would get hit by our step father that in secret we called Smelly Gabe. Anytime either of us got in trouble, with ADHD or dyslexia or just anything in general he would hit us. He would also threaten us with military school if we told mom. I usually said anything Percy did was on me so he wouldn't hit him. At about 6 years old, that is three years of being tortured by the worst guy on the planet, I came so close to telling mom that he was hitting us. In response Gabe actually got off his lazy butt(first time ever) and signed me up. He didn't submit it though and the enrollment form just sat there on the counter all ready in the envelope and everything. It was about a year later when Percy got in trouble for accidentally firing a war cannon at his school bus on a field trip when I told on Gabe. Gabe hit Percy and there was nothing I could do about it because I hadn't been on the school trip.

"You little punk you listen to me," Gabe had sneered, "when Sally is too busy with you she doesn't make bean dip does she?" After 7 years of being married to our mom the only thing he appreciated her for was her mad cooking skills. He should like her because she is kind, caring, and sweet. So essentially, everything he isn't.

Anyway, he slapped Percy so hard that the mark was there for a whole week. I ended up telling Mom it had happened and into the mailbox the enrollment letter went. Mom couldn't do anything to reverse it and within a few weeks I was stuck going to a military boarding school in California.

"NO!" Percy wailed, "You can't go. You are my best friend."

"Percy, trust me. I don't want to go. I am 7. I know how to write and read. We can send letters back and forth." I told him this. Honestly I didn't end up writing many letters because my dyslexia was so bad. I did get a friend at school to help me write them though.

"Percy, Peyton," Mom called, "It is almost time to go to the airport. Is Peyton done packing?"

"Yes Mom!" we both yelled back.

"Percy, promise me this. Promise me you will send a photo to me on our birthday every year. I will raise money and get you a gift. When you receive the gift it will mean I am coming back." I told him. Percy nodded desperately.

You have no idea how traumatizing a plane can be for a 7 year old all alone. I was in the sky! I am pretty sure the trip scarred me for life. That and the fact that I got my first scar on the plane…

When I arrived I saw a small transport car and after about a minute of trying to read it saw that it was for the military school I was going to. Well, that is not what I wanted to do if I ever came to california.

The first letter from Percy came about a week after I got there. After asking a person in my barrak what it said, I was roommates with an eight year old that didn't have my ADHD or dyslexia.

Peyton,

Mom helped me write this. How is military school? Mom had to get a new job after the ordeal with the school bus because she missed one of her shifts when she was filling out the paperwork.

I bet if we try really hard we can still be best friends even if you have to live in California.

Your twin,

Percy.

Ps, This is Mom and I say hi!

"Thank you so much!" I told the girl when she was done reading.

After about 2 years of getting punished for my ADHD I learned to hide it. Luckily there wasn't much reading or writing in the army.

At seven years old the morning and night work out was doing 20 sit-ups and 15 push-ups.

At eight years old the morning and night work out was doing 30 sit ups and 25 push ups.

The pictures I got of percy were different every time but I cherished them beyond count. I am saving up to get him something super fancy when I get to go back.

At twelve years old the morning and night work out was doing 80 sit ups and 75 push-ups. At ten they made us do a whole 20 more than when we were nine.

After 5 long years was when I got my temporary release papers. I was finally going to get to go home for the summer! Along with my release papers I got a letter from percy.

Dear Peyton,

I met this guy named Grover. He has this strange leg disability. And a goatee and he is awesome! I can't wait to send you my next picture. Only a month away!

Do you have any idea when you can come home? It has been 5 years! Gabe still stinks by the way.

Your best friend,

Percy.

PS. Mom still says hello!

I need to get him the gift. Fast!

I rushed to my secret storage unit under my bunk(mine was super low to the floor so it was great for hiding things) and pulled out my ziplock baggie of cash. The one time I had been able to sit still long enough to count it I had about $500 I probably miscounted really badly though. I had been hearing about this blue obsession my brother has and I must say, I am kinda obsessed too. I have been ever since he explained it to me.

I went to a store in my free time looking for something blue. OoOoOooOhH BLUE. I decided to get him five things.

A cool baseball hat that lit up blue on the edge, a prank box full of any pranking supply a guy could need, Bean boozled(a thing with jelly beans that I had no idea existed until one of my roomates smuggled one into the barracks), I got him a blue shirt that said "see the sea" because it was the only thing in his size that was blue, and the last thing I got was an electric scooter that I will probably regret but I don't care.

When I paid for it all I had just enough money left to pay for shipping and then it was back to the school. I can't wait to see Percy again.

And if you haven't guessed already, my name is Peyton Atalanta Jackson and Percy is my twin brother.