Adolescents was slowly dying way, as if to make room for my future maturity.

Hair would soon begin growing where it it had previously not.

And with it...adult odors would soon overtake my body.

Marking it forever as a man's body.

But alias that was the future.

The present me was small and boyish in ever way.

From the soft skin that covered my slim muscles, to the high pitched voice that marked youth.

Yes...I was only 13 then.

My future was still way ahead of me, and high school would have began in a short twenty two days.

Still life doesn't always go the way we want it to.

Otherwise I wouldn't have been taken that day.

August 7th.

The day I was kidnapped by the mole people.

And the day I raped for the for the first time.

It was surly a day to remember.

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Waking up.

I rose from my mattress adorn in a faint layer of sweat.

I had been swimming and biking the day before, and had yet to bathe. Filling my room with a scent that can only be described as youth.

I had previously planned to go to my friends house.

Mark. An old friend of mine who owned a BB gun and who had gone to middle school with me all three years.

So I rushed to downstairs for some breakfast.

Two blueberry poptarts for my rumbling belly.

After jamming half of the first one in my mouth I ran outside. Leaving through the back door.

On the way through my backyard I passed my cat Pumpkin. Who seemed to be enjoying a sun bath at the moment. As his large yellow eyes lay shut and his nose slowly twitched.

But I had no time waste here, so I jumped on my bike which lay against the fence in my backyard, before peddling away.