Everybody has a family, right? Yeah, but not like mine. I mean, some things are good, like my grandmother's candy truck -- a fat kid's dream. My goofy brother makes me laugh even in the craziest of times and my mom, now that's just another story. I mean, sometimes she seems nice, but sometimes she seems mean. I don't know what's wrong with her. And then there are my cousins. Some are funny or at least they think they are. Some are just funny looking. I try really hard not to laugh when they get in trouble, but who wouldn't! Some call my family members bad. They just like getting into stuff. Does that make you a bad person? And then there is my grandmother. Now she is different. There is something very odd about her, but I just can't quite put my finger on it. And then, out of nowhere my cat dies, I get into my first fight, that doesn't go too well, and I end up in jail. Hold on, jail -- I'm only 15! Man, growing up can have its ups downs, but I'm not worried. It's all a part of going from bags to bridges.