I am a short 11 year old boy with curly, chin-length brown hair. I'm about 4 feet and 8 inches. I have brown eyes and a straight nose. I spend a lot of time in the sun and am thus rather tan.

I have a mum and a dad, but my dad is usually working. My older sister Cassie is in secondary school so she always either doing schoolwork, or meeting up with her boyfriend. I don't really have any friends from elementary school, and I enjoy spending time outside. I like reading and music, specifically percussion. We live in a really old house, but I kind of like it. There's a really old tree out back that I like to climb sometimes.

I have good relationships with my mum and sister; my dad is at work most of the time though. I don't have many friends. I am very quiet, and won't start a conversation unless I have to.

I used to have a great relationship with my Cassie, my sister, but then her boyfriend, Ronnie, came, and she kind of stopped talking with me. I got angry, because she was one of the few people that actually talks with me. So one time I was climbing the tree behind our house and I saw Ronnie coming up to the house, probably meeting with Cassie. I got really angry and wished he would just get back in his car and leave my sister alone. Suddenly, Ronnie flew backward, like he had been hit by something big. He landed in his car and got scared and drove off.