Jessica, p.1
It was the first time that my dad had remarried. She seemed nice at first, but then she turned out like most stepmothers do: heartless bitches. At least there was one good comfort. She had a pretty good-looking daughter that was two years younger than me. My name is Brian. I was 14 years old, 5’06” mostly skinny, short and dark jet-black hair and dark eyes that would penetrate into the deepest reaches of a person. I tell you that I was skinny, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have any muscle on mean. I guess people could say that I was lean and fit; it’s just that I never pictured myself that way. I was always running around the neighborhood and used to do a lot of yard work for various neighbors, who paid …