I was fine with Texas, I mean, it was pretty cool.  The stars were out at night, I'd found some friends, and to top it all off, The steep landscape was absolutely perfect for riding my bike at full speed down the hill, through the street, and as far as i wanted to go from there.  I calculated my speed at about 25mph tops!  I was able to coast the bottom of the hill for about 1/4 of a mile!  I loved the wind in my hair, the sun to my back, and a small forest stretched out in front of me.  I often spent time reading near my favorite tree.  I even built my own underground burro with a carpeted floor.  My life was great, but it wasn't perfect.  In Manhattan, my parents had been together.  They decided on divorce when my dad went awol and kept insisting, to keep us safe, that we move to Texas.  Dad got custody, and mom got everything else, except my belongings, and my dad persuaded her to give him his computer.  I took it hard, i went emo for a month, but i got over it.  As for now i was doin good, until one day when...

-To be continued...