As one of my school projects, I had to do a write up and a presentation on my background and heritage.

Now, most people would find that easy, but my family is much bigger and more complicated than most would think. To give you an example, my grandmothers father on my moms side was German, and my grandmothers husband was Jewish, not to mention that my great grandmother on my moms side is an immigrant from Ukraine. On my dads side, my grandfather is Native American, plus he's adopted. Oh, and my entire family is Lutheran. It's basically when you believe in God, but don't go to church and all that stuff.

Like I said, confusing.

Anyway, I did the research, put the project together and I was done within four days. When it came time to present the project though, I almost had a huge panic attack. I pushed through though, and like all presentations, the other students were allowed to ask questions. And boy, were some of them harsh.

Here are some examples:

"If you're Jewish and German, does that mean that your family tries to kill each other?"

"How can you believe in God and not go to church?"

"How many Indian dances and Rituals do you participate in?"

Man, did I wanna strangle that kid. Hell, I wanted to strangle all of them! And those weren't even all of the questions! You wanna know the best part? The teacher just stood there! He said:

"They were asking questions related to the topic, I didn't see a need to stop them."

Yeah, they were extremely horrible and rude questions! That were insulting to me and my family, nonetheless!

Needless to say, I told my mom and she completely lost it. I even moved schools because of it, which is where I met most of my other friends. Eventually though, around about seventh grade, every single one of my friends completely stopped talking to me, but it was probably because of the death of one of our friends, Iseabail. I talked to nobody, but it didn't really matter if I started talking to my friends, because when I was about seventeen my step-dad ended up becoming the manager of a car lot in New York. I was scared, I'll admit, but it was New York! Home of the Ninja Turtles, and the Avengers, too!

Oh good God do not get me started on the Avengers.

I wasn't there to witness the battle, mostly because I was living in Canada until my step-dad transferred, but I did watch all the events unfold on the T.V, and it was so intense.

I, personally, was rooting for the Avengers.

I mean who wouldn't? They're freaking awesome, and they kind of stopped the whole world from being taken over by a destructive and power hungry God.

I think it's safe to say that I love all of the Avengers, but my favourite would have to be Captain America.

I know I know, it sounds super cliché, but it's true. I was reading his comics before I read Dr. Seuss. I basically grew up around the guy, and I even got a dog tag of his shield when I was, like, seven. And man, the things that dog tag has been through.

It's actually kinda funny, the day I showed it to my friends Mikaylah and Faun.

We were around eleven and twelve, and Mikaylah was huge on Norse mythology at the time, and she clamed to have found an Enchantment in an old book that could give you the power of the Norse Gods. Like the kids we were, we believed her, and she wanted to show us that it worked, but she needed something to try it on, so I gave her my dog tag. She held it in both of her hands and muttered some Norse words that I didn't understand, and she just gave it back to me. We tried multiple 'tests' to see if the Enchantment worked, but no such luck. So, naturally, we all forgot about it.

Every now and again it would cross my mind, but I would just laugh to myself and shrug it off. Sometimes I would think that maybe it could work, but I've never tried it out, mostly because I didn't think it was true, or that it could work.

When I finally thought to ask Mikaylah about it again after five years, it was too late. Everything was already packed up and ready to go, and I was devastated. I completely lost contact with everyone back in my hometown, and no one really talked to me after that. I did go to a new school, but even there I only had acquaintances that barely talked to me as it was.

To keep a long story short, I barely graduated high school, and somehow ended up getting accepted to an arts collage half way across New York to where I was living at the time.

Now, I'm 22 years old, fresh out of my collage days and... really, just kind of in an in between state of what I should do next with everything. I have a job, so that's not the problem, I'm just.... I don't even know right now.

I guess I'm just looking for my next adventure.