Let me make one thing clear to y'all. I'm not the kind of ordinary nerd who likes to hang out at the libraries and bookstores for hours at a time (okay, that's not totally true because I am a Barnes and Noble shopaholic) and I'm not the typical nerd who dresses up like Steve Urkel (I'm a fashionable nerd who has a yearly subscription). And while I'm all about good grades and being the best in my class, I don't hang out with only the geeks. No, dear friends. I'm the nerd who's in a class all his own and can be courteous to everyone while remaining true to myself.

But try telling that to my social-butterfly family (my absentee parents, queen-bitch older sisters, and their arrogant boyfriends). They only wanted me to hang out with REAL friends such as the jocks, cheerleaders, and social-media wannabes. "It's like you act too good for them," Mom would accuse me every time that I skip out on meeting them during her overindulgent dinner parties. "You think that you're too good for anyone who's not lilke your circle of nobodies. They are NOT your family, Kyle. You need real friends, ones who can open doors for you."

I'm not acting like I'm too good for them. I just don't like the idea of wasting my time with people who don't give two shits about me. I prefer to hang out with my usual crew: gang-bangers who want to escape from the ghetto, my fellow friends from church, some of the Goth kids, and even the Valley Girls who like to keep things stylish. And if that means being too stuck up to branch out; then that's their goddamn business! The only family members outside of my aunts and uncles from the Bay Area who understood me and loved me were my maternal grandparents Franklin and Bernie Mae Merrill. And they knew trat I was not the one to hold back and keep things candid, even when it came down to my sharp-tongued wit and a very-colorful language that could make even the most dirty-mouthed sailor and truck driver look like nuns.

Hey. It's like I said, folks: I'm not the typical meek geek who likes to hide behind a book.

But who would've thought that Mom and Dad's decision to move away from Oakland to the suburbs of Berkley would not only spirit me away from all things familiar with my no-nonsense and street-smart lifestyle to that of they typical "Beverly Hills 90210" charm? And who would've thought that I would be thrown in the world of the people that I would despise (despite me attracting the same kind of people that I became friends with right away)? But most of all, who would've thought that I would accidentally get myself roped into a world that I thought only existed in those lame comic books?

Well, it all happened, dear folks, and I'm writing this story to not only appease the higher-ups and get my family credibility but also remind myself the answer of this question that's been in my head since I arrived in Berkley: "How did my life become a comical comic book?"

Anyway, let's get this whole thing started, shall we? And I will tell y'all that you're going to need a BOATLOAD of snacks and drinks to get you through this because this story of mine will contain not just the usual high-school hijinks but also some spandex and leather, vindictive divas who are ready to humiliate me, some steamy goodness that this author who's transcribing my story for me will not go into full detail (hey, you're going to use your imagination when it comes to the fade-to-black sensual content), some coarse language, and a lot of pop-culture references that will make this story more crazier than it already is (especially when it comes to "RuPaul's Drag Race" ideologies and analogies; I am a fan of Bianca Del Rio, Shangela, and Alaska 5000 just so you know). And folks, there will be some tear-jerker scenes that will really have you reaching for the tissues. But in the end, you're going to be inspired by my story as this taught me.

So I will allow you the moment to grab whatever you need to ensure that your reading experience is perfect. And I would recommend grabbing some headphones to listen to some music. And whenever you're ready, we can officially get the ball rolling.

And I have to warn you: if you're one of those transphobic/homophobic bigots or one of those trolls who like to trash people of my caliber, you will be given the axe by all means necessary! I'm not the one to fight unless there's a good cause. But when it comes to people of color and the LGBTQ community, I relate to them in so many ways that it ain't even funny. Bring any of your hateful words to the story...and you will disappear!

So with that said, I will ask y'all only one question: are you seated comfortably and ready for the epic story of a lifetime?

Then let's get the ball rolling!

And just like that, ladies and gentlemen, this story is ready to go! But the official introduction is at the start of the first chapter, which is coming up next!

Dedication: JenLai29 (For being the first reader of my other ongoing project "John Dandy Boys Club"). Song: "Suite IV: Electric Overture" by Janelle Monae.

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