I hate my life.I lived with only my mum in a really small neighborhood with very few houses or even people for that matter. My only friend was also the only kid my age in the neighborhood who lived next to us and he treated me like shit,Always wanting to fight me whenever he had the chance. He didnt have a dad much like me, so he lived with his creepy pedo uncle and his sister. One day my mom just decides to kick my ass outta the house and sends me off. No one would take pity on me and would charge at me to fight if i even walked past them. On my way i met a wierd ass asian dude who admittedly was a dumbass but wanted to pick up chicks. We picked up this one chick who was really a nympho, she really liked getting wet. My old "buddy" would show up from time to time to make my life a living hell. I think the only thing that kept me going was courage, companionship from my new friends, and my dream to become a Pokemon master.