Playground Romance

Chapter 1: About a young time in elementary school.

I'm one of those types of people that is just naturally a loner. Sure, I have two parents and a brother living with me, but who needs them? All they do is keep me company and feed me. I don't want them.I don't need them.I don't need anyone. Or I didn't.......

My parents always thought I was gay. They said, "We definately aren't getting any grandchildren out of him." They always looked to my little brother for that. That's only because I had never had a girlfriend, or SHOWED interest in them. Of course I was interested, I was just shy. And quiet. And lonely........

And why should I show interest in them when they didn't show interest in me? That's the way I always thought. The first girl to show interest in me was a psychopath, but I didn't know it at the time. At least, not until she drug me out to the playground and was telling me about how, when, where, and what our wedding was going to be like.

She creeped me out, but I was too intrigued (or just scared) to tell her to go away; that she was f*****g looney. That was third grade. And by fourth grade, my poor a*s family and I had moved again, getting me away from her crazy self. That was my first experience with relationships, and was almost my last.........