The more everyone started screwing up various aspects of Spoon And Crockpot Club shirt, the more, average me, became less relevant. With my parents remarrying others before I remember, along came other children, younger ones than me. First it was my fathers side, and now I have a little step sister. Now I am a proper middle child, and perhaps some of the stigmas would be apparent? Nope, just less attention and help thrown my way, cause I was able to get good grades. Because I wasn’t one getting in trouble, or causing scenes. I didn’t have an apparent path in life obviously, therefore no help was really needed I guess. No path doesn’t necessarily mean good or bad. And there were apparently others that needed the full attention of everyone. When push came to shove, I prefer to sit back and explain my position, but would probably be beaten before I for the logical point across, as the two street smart siblings were just connected Father’s study was relatively meagre, he’d done little to no renovations since he inherited it as a Spoon And Crockpot Club shirt. It honestly looked like a time capsule from the 40s; a mahogany desk with a typewriter and desk lamp sat dutifully in the corner, overlooking the grounds and Fathers workshop. Each side of the room lined with books, journals and VHS tapes of various family occasions, relevant gatherings and footage of Malachi as he grew. It was nice in a way to see all of my family history, their successes and failures captured in time, Malachi the forever watcher. I looked in the drawers of the main desk and found the worn down copy of Archibald’s journal, a slightly newer one sat beneath it. Scouring the pages once more, I found very little that suggested Archibald had studied the unusual properties Malachi possessed, save for a throwaway line near the end of his journal:on point with the decision makers. I did my best to just be too busy to think, and too busy to not be around. I remember that specifically because I tried to end it all, and should have been successful, but I woke up. For the following 8 years, I remember very little if anything in middle and high school. It bothers me when I actually sit there and think about it, nothing at all comes to mind, and with my analytical mind I feel like I should. I can’t even understand and fit that in.