16 and Hating It

Summary: They say that the teenage years are the best of our lives. If that's true, then I'd better quit while I'm ahead, 'cause the rest of my life will be worse than the hell I'm in.

I'm sixteen years old.

It's been 11 months since my sixteenth birthday.

One more month to go.

Nice to know that I only have one year until I'm eighteen.

Then I can get out of this hell hole.

Wish I could remember my birth date.

I've been traveling with my dad, and he probably doesn't know, the idiot.

My mom would just wail because she's seen me again.

Oh well, I'll just head back to the records department and ask Fred, he's from America.

You want to know of my troubles.

I'm the possible future husband of three different women.

And I haven't chosen any of them.

I have no friends, not anymore.

They all want something from me.

Usually my life.

Hell, I'm not even a guy all the time.

I'm attacked on a daily basis, sometimes even more.

That's the only gift I've ever gotten from my father.

Knowing how to fight.

It's kept me alive for almost two years.

I've been here since just after my fifteenth birthday.

I am the heir to the Saotome school of Anything Goes Martial Arts.

I am the son of a moronic half-human, half-panda.

I am engaged to three different women.

I am a girl half the time thanks to Jusenkyo.

I am Ranma Saotome

I am sixteen years old, and hating every minute of it.

This is my life

Welcome to the hell called Nerima.

Author's note: Fanfiction isn't letting me format this the way I want so ignore the extra spaces.