The evil one called Tristan Norrowmore

i started this in the middle of the night when i couldn't sleep but tell me what u think and suggestions on what eles i should add would be appreciated. And thanx for reading my peices.

               

      How was I to know that I was destined to kill my best friend and family? I was just a

       thirteen year old kid trying to be popular and get by in middle school. I warn you

      now in advance that this is my gruesome story and it will make you want to make

      the same mistakes I made so don't go any farther. But if you think you can be brave

       enough and won't hide under your blankets at night after reading this then go

       ahead I dare you!

 

 

              Chapter one

          The beginning

 

 

      We starte in California in a quaint little town. THe birds are singing and Chimpmunks

       are looking for nuts. But I'm at the park listening to my iPod, my best friend

        sitting next to me reading his favorite book.

        "Tristan, you should join book club with me,"

         "Garret I don't like to read," I mumbled, "remember."

         Garret and I have been friends since second grade. I was the new kid in his

           class and i was always keeping to myself. One day I saw some third grade

           boys pushing Garret around so I ran up to them and punched the biggest

          guy in the gut as hard as I could and I was going crazy. I was, of course, in

        the principles room with my parents afterwards but I had a new best friend.

        So I didn't care if I broke some guys nose. But now we're in middle school and

        Garret has grown an  inch taller than me. I have short black hair and blue eyes

         Garret has curly brown hair and hazel eyes.