So real **** ?

12 yo me.
Bike riding and surfing the webs/games is my life. Since I'm older, I get to pretty much ride my bike wherever I want now, my browsing habits haven't been discovered yet, and I just got this cool game (first Fallout).

Life is normal through middle school this is my fifth school since kindergarten . Christmas comes around. I don't remember much, but I remember I got a brand new laptop. A grey Dell Latitude from bob's work with a beautiful copy of win XP and a netgear wifi adapter bob's dating mom through work from outta state . Couldn't be happier.
Soon as present time is finished, I run to my room to really try it out. Being 12, I do what any red-blooded male preteen would do.
Page after page of everything under the sun, probably some viruses, I wasn't holding back. The lightweight freedom of this new machine was intoxicating.
Mom calls for me, starts walking down hall.
"Valigar, are you okay? Why don't you come back out with us?"
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No mouse, no mousepad skills, 15 windows and tabs. I never had a chance.
"What're you doing in here, honey? *goes to turn laptop*
Clicking X's like a madman.

*Hours of lecture, concern, computer cleaning, antivirus, and parentblock*
School continues, I settle for whatever the parentblock doesn't recognize meanwhile.
Summer break nears. Ma talks about us moving, don't pay much attention.
Class trip to Cedar Point before break only the best amusement park ever and I'm going. As trip nears, ma starts to sound more serious so I start saying goodbyes at school, and to bike-riding friends down the street. Still don't quite believe it'll happen.
Class trip is here, school almost over- start getting that feeling in your gut like you're gunna miss something for the first time as charter buses pull away from school.
Park is great, go straight to the Top Thrill Dragster to w8 in line 2 hrs for 13 seconds of fast. On way through line for the Corkscrew, meet this girl same age, from Florida, here with her grandpa 5/7 qt, we talk, which is strange for me, normally too introverted to hold conversation. After the ride we walk around a while, try another few rides, she invites me for a bite to eat with her fam. I can't, already in deep **** for abandoning assigned group at the beginning of the trip. Don't get her number, but she said she comes here every summer, so there's hope.
Group chaperone is pissed, but it was worth it.
Back home, find out I'm spending whole summer with dad, which is great by me, since ma is moving us me, lil bro, big sis to bob's house outta state. We're talking to the east coast from the midwest. Really don't know what that means, but it sound pretty big. Set up my first email so I can share with bike-riding friends to keep in contact **** didn't happen, when do you email people in the 7th grade?? Try going on as normal introverted self through the summer, longest time spent with dad since I was 5. Riding new bike for hours, can't understand what's happening. No computer, so when inside, hours of Ninja Warrior on G4 and Dynasty Warriors 3 Extreme Legends on ps2. Find a kinda gf at Sunday school shy, nice 7/11 auburn hair, 36 24 36 already , but her parents tell her she can't be with me after 1 week. Doesn't talk anymore.

Dad starts talking with me about how much the move sucks.
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Asks if I'm ok going.
OFC I'm not, ****** uncomfortable af.
Tells me courts listen when you're 13. I turn 13 during the summer.

Bike riding like it's my job until the court date... judge said I'm not allowed to talk, too young.
Ma comes to pic me up to go "home."
I don't want to, I'm scared.
She calls cops instead of talking to me.
mfw I'm pulled out of doorway and away from family and life as I knew it by the cops.
mfw bob's a dick irl.
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