User blog:PsykJames/My Life Part 1

As far as most of you know im a 12-year-old black boy with pronounced psychic powers but there is much more than meets the eye. This is the rea story of who i am

Autobiography Part 1
When I was 4 my mom was at work my aunt was out on the town my older cousin was at school and my other cousin who lives in the same household as me was sick at home and it was just me and her.

I was playing near the window when I heard sirens so I looked out the window and saw the police arresting some people. I live in the ghetto so despite my age it was common for even kids my age to go and check things out and thats what i did but before I got out of the yard I noticed a little girl she said her name is Ritsza from what I know now she is half white half japanese and she was kidnapped by the guys getting arreted but escaped and ran into our yard almost as soon as she explained that a poor black child that seemed my age and looked similar to me walked up behind me asking for money but I just nodded my head side to side. After that I noticed a shadow consuming me and Ritsza from behind I knew something bad was about to happenen because the poor black child ran into my house and locked the door behind him I started pulling at the knob when the shadow turned out to be 2 guys that gagged our mouths and stuffed both of us into the trunk of a black van with shaded windows. They drove for hours I was kidnapped at 9am and saw the sun set as we continued on the highway they chunked a few choke sandwiches at us I was scared and desperately hungry so I ate them.

I didn't know what to expect but thats when the van began to violently shake and heard cursing coming from the front seat then the vans rear window shattered and 2 two hands seized me but they weren't the hands of the people who kidnapped us they were the hands of a hispanic man there was another hispanic man that grabbed Ritsza and from what I could gather the 2 hispanics shot the wheels of the van.

Then the hispanics ran away from the van carrying us over their shoulders while they carried us away I blanked out.

Later when I woke up it was morning and the 2 hispanics and an old lady were sitting on chairs across from the couch I was apparently sleeping on I also noticed that Ritsza was sleeping too. When be both woke up the 3 hispanics introduced themselves Their names were Roman, Carlos, and Rosetta Roman was Carlos' son and Rosetta was Carlos' sister "Hello children welcome to you new home".

To be continued...