Author's Note!
My caregiver will never be cooler than Jeff Stinco , she just wants to be like Richhouse Reviews so bad .
Today , I got into an argument with her over trying on my Akademiks pants because it was too big for my body ( I am very skinny by the way ) .
I had to put on a belt because my pants kept on falling to my ankles , and she yelled at the top of her lungs , and then ... spoiler warning ... she called me a ugly ass retarded motherfucker , went insane at me , started calling me bad words , and compared me to my father .
She also called Jeff an alien , and she 's always calling white people aliens so much .
Ann Marie Thomas and Richhouse Reviews are two of the most toxic people I 've ever dealt with in my life .
I am getting more and more suicidal as the times goes on . I can 't deal with these people being so pissed off at me for nothing and I wish I can turn back time for once .
I never did anything bad to those people to be so upset and pissed off at me over what ? For trying to ask you to play Jeff 's song on your channel ? For getting my rug washed ? For trying to wash my rainbow crocs off ? For trying to play my organ while you 're singing a cover of Living My Life Like It 's Golden ? For getting a My Chemical Romance t shirt ? For asking you to never eat Mentos ever again ?
THOSE PEOPLE RUINED MY LIFE AND THEY ARE MAKING ME SO SUICIDAL NOW !
I don 't know if I can continue on doing this fanfiction . I just want to slit my wrists now and listen to some of Evanescence 's music on repeat .
My own caregiver 's just jealous of me , and she is jealous of my success . She 's also responsible for the murder of my younger brother !
I want to end this on a cliffhanger . My caregiver is finding a way to kill me , and I must get away from her soon !
As my niece Hiléia told me , never let the devil burn your life away . And I agree with what she is saying .
In the words of Jeff Stinco and his most iconic song Broken Not Beaten ( don 't own the lyrics to that song ) :
Light a fire in my heart
I'm so quick to fall apart
Can I put myself together and
Just pick up the pieces?
Turned my life upside down
I keep falling to the ground
But this time I'll get up again
This won't be the end
I'm only broken, not beaten
Please enjoy Chapter 12 of My Name is Jeff ...
Jeff woke up around 6:00 AM, and decided to pick his outfit for the day.
He grabs his favourite black shirt with text that reads "The Jeff Stinco Project" written in Desonanz font in white, matching black jeans with the words "I hate Steve Harvey" on the butt, black sneakers, and takes a shower.
After his shower, Jeff got dressed and wore a grunge bracelet on his right wrist for his outfit his mom gave to him. He looks at the clock and see that it's 7:00 AM, the time he usually starts getting up.
Jeff heads downstairs to the kitchen and starts making pizza, not realising his family isn't here.
"The pizza is done," he said, excitingly.
About ten minutes later, Jeff leaves his house. He greets his neighbours with a smile and throws slices of his pizza around his neighbourhood to their doors.
"Hello, everybody!" he said, more excitingly.
Jeff climbs to his recording studio window with a ladder and takes his computer out of his window. After a few minutes, Jeff deletes his accidentally posted song off of his computer, so that nobody else would see it. What he does next and what he thought he was going to do are very different.
"I don't want people to see this," he said, frightingly. "I need to complete this soon."
Jeff thought that he was going to go inside of his recording studio and finish getting ready, but instead a man grabs his ladder off of Jeff.
Jeff began to shake after realising the ladder he was on, belonged to a dry rot owner.
"What the hell?" he said, as the ladder kept on moving back and forward.
The ladder got free off of Jeff and he was later yeeted off by that man, who was dressed like somebody who does dry rot.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" as he screamed, falling to the ground with his computer, which almost fell off of his hand.
"Hey, Mr. Stinco, you got dry rot," the man said to Jeff, as he puts his ladder away from him.
"Dry, dry what?" he said in a shocked way.
(AN: You may be wondering why Jeff was so shocked he had dry rot in his house , and honestly I could give you a million excuses , but instead , I 'll tell you the truth . Dry rot is the worst thing to ever happen in people 's homes , and bubble wrap is the best thing to ever happen in people 's homes as well , so that 's why I hate it . Plus bubble wrap and Jeff Stinco are my two of my most favourite things I love to do on a singular daily basis , so please don 't tell my rude and abusive caregiver that ! Major thankies . Anyways , back to the story .)
"You don't know what dry rot is?" the dry rot owner said to Jeff, who got himself up.
"No, but I'm sure you're gonna tell me," Jeff responds.
"It's caused by a fungus that worms its way into the wood of the hull," the dry rot owner said to Jeff, as he walks away from him.
"Hey, come back!" the dry rot owner said.
"Fuck you," Jeff said, flipping the dry rot owner off. He walks away from the dry rot owner.
Jeff goes inside of his car. His license plate said "STINCOFIED". He drives off to somewhere important.
"I have got to figure out who PCB is," Jeff said. "And I think I have undiscovered who it is. It is Pierre Charles Bouvier. That dickhead singer with the whiny voice. I have got to take him down soon."
Jeff turns on the radio to listen to some music while he's driving alone, and it plays on a station where a female DJ asks on the radio "Who is the most hottest man to ever exist? Is it Gerard Way? Kyle Lai-Fatt? Or Jeff Stinco? Find out the results soon!"
Jeff gets angry and he said, "oh, hell no!" as he rolls a u turn and does a barrel roll all over the streets of Montréal.
Almost getting into a car accident, Jeff flies out of his car door as his car crashes on to another car, skidding his body into the streets, and gets right back up. He is okay.
The cars and the trucks get into traffic as Jeff stands on the streets, doesn't know what to do next. The car drivers and the truck drivers blow their horns at him, as he said this.
"My birthday is coming up!" Jeff begins to say, but he is being interrupted by more vehicle drivers blowing their horns out super loud.
Jeff decides to pull out his computer, showing a naked image of himself on his computer, and he starts cackling.
Three sweaty boys come out of their cars and one of them shoots at Jeff's computer as he shows everybody a naked photo of himself on his computer.
"Abort!" one of the guys said. They were dressed like school bullies and had on typical jock clothing.
Jeff's computer falls off of his hands, and he gets shocked. One school bully punches Jeff in the face where he falls to the ground, and another throws Jeff to his car, hitting his head several times.
Jeff begins to punch the bully in his face, and starts kicking him.
"Just how annoying you guys are," Jeff says rolling his eyes. "I think we have a problem in here."
"But you will love me anyways," Jeff said, giving the bullies a wink and peace signed at them. One bully, who is just chilling and watching his friends get whooped and smacked on by Jeff, shrugs and he continues eating his sandwich.
As Jeff is about to start speaking, he climbs on top of multiple cars and on multiple trucks. He got away from the traffic, exhausted as he can be. His clothes got dirty. The traffic stops blowing their horns for Jeff to get out of the streets.
"Did you guys hear? I am trying to get my music out to you guys," Jeff said to the traffic, who couldn't hear him in distant. He later pulls out his Fender Stratocaster guitar and runs to the traffic.
"I will play my song for you guys and I am so damn cute," he said, excitingly. This makes Jeff freeze as he stands on top of his car.
"I'm not going to stop looking out for myself," he said, shyly. "But I am going to give you my first performance in over 20 years! Here we go!"
Jeff is on the verge of tears right now, but everyone is too lost in their own conversations. He looks over at a old lady inside of her car and sees that she's watching him out of the corner of her eye. He looks over at a young woman, also inside of her car, and sees that she is watching him too. Jeff smiled as he starts playing a guitar riff of Layla by Derek and the Dominos.
Everybody in their cars and trucks starts turning on their lights for Jeff as he smiles at them.
Three minutes into playing a cover of Layla with his guitar, Jeff decides to sing the song so horribly, that everybody turned off their lights and blew their horns again, booing at him.
"Boo! You suck!" one guy yelled at Jeff in his car. Everybody booed at Jeff, who stopped singing and threw their stuff at him.
As Jeff got down from his car, he heard a few things that made him knew that the people in their vehicles were talking about him. Jeff tells them to stop talking about him and how terrible he is.
"Hey! Guys! Shut up! Shut the fuck up now!" he yelled loudly.
Jeff gives them a small smile of his own, patiently expecting them to stop booing at him and continued walking with his head down. Because he was not paying attention, it's a given notice that he runs into someone, but this time it's someone that Jeff wishes he hadn't noticed so far.
Glancing up inside of her car, Jeff sees a young woman staring at him with a worried smirk on her face.
"You okay there, girl?" he asks.
"Pierre Bouvier is way better than you!" the young woman said as she throws her shoe at him.
"Right. Sorry about that," Jeff said, getting away from her.
"Don't worry about it, sweetheart, Pierre Bouvier is such a cutie pie!" she said to Jeff in a fangirlish way, as he gets angry. The woman giggles at him.
Thanks to that little outburst, the entire traffic is staring at Jeff, as the people came out of their vehicles, so as he walked away punching the front of his car, Jeff got mad and drives away from the traffic.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed as he drove away from the traffic in the streets. Jeff got exhausted, and stopped screaming as he sees his house again.
Jeff runs over to his house and shuts the door as he starts breathing hard.
"I'm only broken, not beaten," he said as he gets upstairs. "I need to get away from all of this and find out what's happening right now. This is too much."
Jeff closes his bedroom door silently.