Good Things Never Last

Biographies are easy to write. You always know what will happen. The only hard part is to give it a voice. To make it come alive to the reader. To make it sound human and not written by some machine. The other hard part is to figure out where to begin.
I guess my story began during 7th grade. Going to a normal school as a normal kid. Well sort of. I started school earlier than most kid's in my grade and so I was the youngest. Because of that I never thought I'd had a girlfriend till I got a job or something. But, amazingly enough I grew so tall that I might as well be a high school student. Then I met this girl. She seemed nice. Liked the thing's I liked. You know, videogames, music, beating up the preps and anyone else that pissed us off, and all the other stuff kids do. Anyway, I started to really like her and I guess she started to like me too because halfway through the school year. My friend Drake, who was friends with Emily and danced with her at the 6th grade dances, told me to ask her out. Then somehow, almost the entire school found out that we liked each other and were always bugging me to ask her out. …