The dark ages
Then came school!
After just one year of unleashing the terrorizing triplets as a single unit on our unsuspecting classmates, the teachers called an emergency meeting. It was decided: the gang had to be split up. We were scattered across three different neighborhoods, each to our own class. With the gang disbanded, the terror subsided, and for the first time in forever, peace reigned—a brief and fragile ceasefire among the individuals of our family.
Not long after, my mom and stepdad held hands for a while. Nine months later, a new recruit joined the gang—my younger brother. Life in the wooden hut was good, until my mom developed an incredible thirst. But this wasn’t a thirst for life or adventure. No, it was a thirst for escape. She discovered a mysterious remedy, one that allowed her to slip away from the everyday jitters into a blissful, hazy relaxation.
Years passed, and the remedy’s grip grew tighter. Eventually, my mom woke from her eternal slumber just in time for us to begin high school saying goodbye to the remedy for good. Around the same time, my dad and stepmom parted ways, as she had no intention of tossing away the very same remedy my mom had struggled with years earlier.
By then, I had taken up a curious hobby: throwing leather spheres into a webbed ring raised high above the ground. To my surprise, I found great success in this odd pastime and even began coaching children in the art of the swish. To this day, the sound of SWISH remains one of the most satisfying ASMR sounds there is—at least when it’s not coming from the opposing team.
High school came and went in a blur. I excelled in math, science, and gym class but otherwise coasted through with grades that were, frankly, an overall travesty.
Suddenly, I was 19 years old. The first and second chapters of school were behind me, and it was time to figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.
But oh no! A wild Rubik’s Cube appeared.
Chat gpt’s view on whats going on in the story. Sorry for the lack of a real picture!
