omg i had lots of fun writing this even though it kinda stinks...oh well you can review if you want or if you have an idea or the next chapter...
My name is Napoleon, but now everyone calls me Mush 'cause my head is so mushy and my brain is a little squishy and messed up, too (A/N: lol I rhymed!). I was always the stupid one in my family. I never passed any classes in school, and I did dumb things all the time like almost burning my ear off when I was ten years old because I answered the iron when the telephone rang. I also never quite learned to dress myself properly, so it always takes me a long time to get dressed in the morning. (A/N: in carryin' the banner mush's shirt is off and he has such an amazing body.)

When my brother was born, my parents were always comparing me to him. He was "the Smart One" and I was "the Stupid One", so we were constantly competing with each other. There was a game we used to play: we would squeeze the cigarette butts with our fingers until one of us chickened out. Theo usually won because he has better endurance than I do. Anyways, so one time we were in our great apartment and we were playing chicken with the cigarette butts, and instead of me chickening out like what happens usually, he does! But of course then I get excited and fling the still hot cigarette right onto the highly flammable curtains, and, to make a long story short, I burned the whole building down and my parents and Theo died. That was the thickest thing I ever accomplished.

So, I was left all alone, with no family or relatives, to survive in the streets of New York City. I spent about two months living on the street with no job or anything (I wasn't even smart enough to try to get a job) when I finally came across the Newsboy's Lodging House.

Now, I have Kid Blink to look out for me and make sure I don't do anything that stupid. He looks out for me. And it's not like I'm retarded or anything like that, it's just that I'm kinda slow…like it takes me a while to figure stuff out.

My family was real high class and well off. We had a great apartment, and I always had money to buy things for myself, and stuff, you know. I just can't believe how good I had it, and now I hafta sell newspapers to be able to eat. I guess it's the consequence for being a dumb-dumb. (A/N: lol dumb-dumb)