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Name: Mike. (Oh, excuse me, Mia.) Michael.

Age: 17

Status: Dating. Who? NONYA!

Gender: Boy. You don't need a master degree to figure that out.

Hey, what's up? If you didn't read before, my name is Michael. But call me Mike. Believe me, call me Michael and you WILL regret it. But anyway. So you want childhood roots? I give you childhood roots.

There is not much to tell. My childhood was really just me playing video games with my buds and eating pizza. But yeah, I got a few.

Well, there was the day I met my buds and video games.

I was about six. So there I was on my porch, bored, stabbing the ground with a stick. My mom passed away after I was born, and my dad was injured badly in the battle with Master X. So I lived my big sister, who was 42 and told me many stories about mom and dad.

But for that day she was paying bills so I was free to do whatever with the friends I had yet to have.

"Look," a heavy looking boy laughed, "a shrimp!" He and a stick-looking boy laughed at me.

Offended and angry, I yelled, "And you're so much better, tubby?"

His chubby face of laughter shifted into a tight red angry face. He pinned me against the porch railing, and the stick-boy punched my stomach. Growling, I hit them in the chins. Playing video games made them out of shape, so they backed off from me.

"You're cool," Tubby told me, "you got skills. You play video games?"

"Video games?" I questioned.

"Dude, this is a subject I am dying to teach," Stick took my wrist. I strode with them cooly, and the rest is history.

Hm…

Okay, there was the time I got into a video game dance off.

My friend, whom I'll call Tubby, was sick and Stick was grounded, so I went to the video arcade by myself. (I was ten.) I was kind of bored being alone, then I noticed a bunch of pretty tomboyish girls playing the dancing game. I went on over, seeing nothing to loose, and asked what they were doing.

They told me betting on girls to beat others in dancing, and I thought I could beat them easily. I dished out five bucks to join and started to compete. Finally, girls started betting me to win. Of course I got to the top two. There was one girl in front of me.

She had curly blonde hair to her shoulders with light brown high lights, wide green eyes, and make up with her slim figure. She wore a over-sized gray t-shirt, drapped over her small upper fame, and tight blue jeans, matching her tennis shoes that were all grungy.

"Hey," she grinned, blowing a bubble in her cheery gum and sticking out her hand, "name's Lily Rose. You got a name?"

"Mike," I felt my heart thud, shaking her hand.

Blocking out her beauty, we danced. But when I looked at her, I slipped up. Finally, she had nearly beat me. Refusing to lose to a girl, I put it in over drive in the third and final round. I won.

Afterword, I collected the money. 169 dollars and 54 cents. Sweet.

Feeling bad for Lily Rose, I took her hand. We hung out all day. When we went to our homes, I learned she'd just spent her last day of her vacation. I was all bummed until she kissed me. I didn't leave that spot until the owner pushed me out at closing time an hour later.

Um…then there was the time I got locked in the arcade when I was twelve.

It was closing time. The story clerk had already told me to get lost, but I had a couple of hours invested in my game. Finally I got done. Cheering, I went to the john.

Mistake Number One.

When I came out, it was dark inside. I made my way to the door and pulled. It was totally locked. Panicking, I tried to get out. I was about to break the vent when I realized something: Those games were still working.

I played games until about 4 am. No lines. Free food. It was EPIC.

The owner found me asleep wedged between the Ninga Game and Pac Man. He made me clean up and I got grounded for a month.

But man, it was worth it.

Six years later, it was time for me to join the Samurai.

I could tell they didn't really like me. Jeez, I was trying to humorous and not lose touch with who I was. But then I realized they were trying to give me a second chance. So I lessoned up and tried to be a little more serious.

Thank goodness it worked.

Then I met Emily.

I knew I liked her from the second she walked in. But I saw the lovey look on Jayden's face.

I found love down the road.

So yep. That's me. Mia's nagging me saying that I wasn't doing it right. (Old hag.) Whatever. So yeah. I'm done. Later.

By the way: You're turn, Antonio.