Howdy, you can go me Jack.

It's not a real name, but that's what I'll go by for now.

I reckon the time to tell you my story has come.

Believe it or don't, but here it is.

I suggest you take away the lesson it teaches,

even if you dismiss it all as BS,

like 98% of other stories on the internet. But there's one more

truth in this story than any one of you could know. Now I've been out of high

school for three years but that's when this particular event takes place.

So I'm going to have to wind my clock back a little here to tell the story.

Originally, from my first two and a half years of high school, I attended a school in the deep southern part of America, close to the Gulf.

We had all kinds of ghost stories growing up and if there was one lesson our super-conservative

parents caught us, it was this, don't go falling around in things you don't understand.

Now I was really unpopular at my high school in the South.

My first two years of high school were a real pain because I was a big dork and everyone made fun of me. I was a loner and all I really did in class was playing my game boy all day before rushing back to play an MMO I was addicted to.

All of that changed during my junior year when my mother's job moved us out west.

I started to attend a little Catholic high school with no more than around 250 students.

It was at this time that I finally started to fit in and make friends.

No one out here knew how much of a dork I was, so I opted to hide my power level, as they tend to say on slash a, and try to make friends for once in my life.

Who knows, maybe I could even get a cure. and try to make friends for once in my life.

Who knows?

Maybe I could even get a cute girlfriend if I was careful.

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